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The bells again... someone has died |
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The bells of the end toll to remindthat life's but a race against time |
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At your back you'll always hearthe |
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Chariot of |
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Time hurrying near. |
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The faster you run the closer it comes. |
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A pursuer you can not outrun |
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Hear these words |
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I say:- Make the most out of your dayfor brief is the light on our wayon this momentary trail. |
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Hear these words, awake:- |
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Make the most out of your dayfor brief is the time, so brief is the timethat we're allowed to stay. |
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The bells again.. whose turn this time? |
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To reach the end, yours or mine? |
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Each funeral just makes us realizethat life's but a series of goodbyes. |
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Hear these words |
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I say:- Make the most out of your dayfor brief is the light on our wayon this momentary trail. |
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Hear these words |
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I say:- Make the most out of your dayfor brief is the light on our wayon this momentary trail. |
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Hear these words, awake:- |
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Make the most out of your dayfor brief is the time, so brief is the timethat we're allowed to stay. |
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Life passes by, melts away like snow in the spring. |
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We all are blind to the running of time. |
