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Time, they say that it heals all the wounds |
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And they say it will be over soon |
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But the lines on my face are a sign of the times |
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They make scars on your heart disappear |
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They pretend that there's hope and no fear |
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They are trying to cover the face of the times |
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I'm standing here |
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I'm standing here |
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I'm faced with careless ego stares |
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I try to wash away the lines of life |
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Close, close your eyes |
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Close, close your eyes |
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I can now see your pain |
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In your imagination |
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I can now see the strain |
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and your exasperation |
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I can now see all your grief |
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And your devolution |
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I cannot see relief |
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In your absolution |
