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The old clock is ticking now |
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Marks the space between us |
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Your memory enshrouds my heart |
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For I am held a captive |
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Sometimes my soul desires |
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To take leave of this old world |
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To spread these golden wings and fly |
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To the city of angels |
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But then if I close my eyes |
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I can see you standing there |
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Your face in permanence smiles |
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Your lips a chalice |
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Seems like I've loved you all my life |
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Never thought I'd find you |
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One day the muse may lend these words wings |
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So I can touch you |
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But hey! |
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Don't worry if the feelings not strong for you |
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I have lived my life in accordance |
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To the windfalls of passion |
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Though I know what it means |
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To be loved and then forgotten |
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I have seen too many men |
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Driven insane by their distractions |