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Time, is more than just today |
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More than words could say |
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That is time |
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And life is more than just the page |
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More than names and grades |
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That is life |
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But everything just leave right back to you |
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Mess there is a grave, there's nothing left too |
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Turning back time through, I wake up to the light of the morning fight |
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I've wondered off again |
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My memory melt and is bent it seems sometimes |
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It's been a while maybe a year or two |
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What difference does it make |
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It seems like I've lost the hold of you |
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Lost something so true |
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How can I find |
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Only once told me again |
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Miss your touch miss your scent |
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I'll find it |
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Like I'm dead |
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So my last breath |
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I'll find it |
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I'll find |
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Here I am reaching at something but I know it's gone |
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All is gone |
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It could may be I'm just crazy |
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I've been looking for something no matter what they say |
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But I always find that life |
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It's more than just the word |
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More than the song of the bird |
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That's life |
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And time is how we spend our days |
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The seconds take away till I'll see you again |
