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Hours Spiral and coil into black |
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Some remembered, some forever gone |
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Tragic We never get them all back |
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The relentless march of time must still go on |
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The tide is turning |
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Horizons burning |
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Your days are numbered |
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Your future has crumbled |
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Forgotten |
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Events obscured by the past |
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Without remembrance did they occur at all? |
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Losing At best a tenuous grasp |
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And nothing below us to break the fall |
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The tide is turning |
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Horizons burning |
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Your days are numbered |
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Your future has crumbled |
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Imagine What moments those last hours hold |
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Things we missed that might have changed our lives |
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Stranded With no way to get home |
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The light around us starting to subside |
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The tide is turning |
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Horizons burning |
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Your days are numbered |
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Your future has crumbled |
