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Too many rifles at your head |
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Too many lives from which you've fled |
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Too many stains in your bed |
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Too many wounds that never bled |
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Too many tears still to be shed |
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Too many reason to be dead |
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Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down |
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Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down |
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Too many things you shouldn't have said |
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Can't see a clearing up ahead |
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This silly mess that you're in |
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Will all the time be deepening |
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Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down |
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Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down |
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Time burns you down each day time after time |
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You try and tear yourself away |
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And your thirst grows and grows |
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And you can't find the well |
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The clue you need to know |
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Only time will tell |
