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Thrust your hand into my chest |
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And pull out a fistful of sand |
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Cast it down upon the ground |
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And watch as it blows away |
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The world keeps spinning ever-on |
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And dark hair turns to gray |
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The ticking clock cannot be stopped |
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And so goes another day |
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Falling down |
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Spirit broken |
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Hollowed out |
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Never to return |
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Dig your hand into my eyes |
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And pull out a fistful of sand |
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I can only see betrayal now |
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So I'm better blind |
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It didn't have to be this way |
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But I can't reclaim my yesterdays |
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And so I'll let the string play out |
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As I lie crushed by my self-doubt |
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Fallen down |
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Spirit broken |
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Hollowed out |
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Never to return |
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Words mean nothing |
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Promises but lies |
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And my life's hourglass |
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Empties out before my eyes |
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One life |
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One chance |
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A single invitation to the dance |
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Choose wise |
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Choose well |
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Good intentions pave the road to hell |
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Words mean nothing |
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Promises but lies |
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And my life's hourglass |
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Empties out before my eyes |
