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At the end of days, at the end of time |
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When the sun burns out, will any of this matter? |
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Who will be there to remember who we were? |
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Who will be there to know that any of this had meaning for us? |
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And in retrospect |
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I'll say we've done no wrong |
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Who are we to judge what's right and what has purpose for us? |
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With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong |
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Running wild unaware of what might come of us |
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The sun was born and so it shall die so only shadows comfort me |
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I know in darkness |
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I will find you giving up inside like me |
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Each day shall end as it begins and though you're far away from me |
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I know in darkness |
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I will find you giving up inside like me |
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Without a thought |
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I will see everything eternal |
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Forget that once we were just dust from heavens far |
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As we were forged to shall return, perhaps some day |
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I will remember us and wonder who we were |
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The sun was born and so it shall die so only shadows comfort me |
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I know in darkness |
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I will find you giving up inside like me |
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Each day shall end as it begins and though you're far away from me |
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I know in darkness |
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I will find you giving up inside like me |
