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The days fall like rain, on we fools and thieves |
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I stand at the cliff's edge, mocked by the sea |
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The memories of lost loves, or that never will be |
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With the turn of the tide, or the turn of the key |
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Some are brave, some are scared |
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All face the fangs that are bared |
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Some are foolish, some are wise |
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All are kissed, kissed by the scythe |
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Some are brave, and some are scared and |
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All face the fangs that are bared and |
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Some are foolish, some are wise |
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All are kissed, kissed by the scythe |
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The lost rise from the fields, walk into the trees |
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Above their sighs, the Earth slowly breathes |
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Whatever we do - whatever we say |
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Like leaves on the wind, we are lost and decayed |
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Some are brave, some are scared |
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But all face the fangs that are bared |
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Some are foolish, some are wise |
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But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe |
