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I am the fleeting fear to swim that brings you back to shore |
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The hopes that hold you by the anchor, |
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The unmanageable sum of days that never come, |
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The strings that bind you by the fingers. |
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I am the hours earned in vain, |
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The empty time you gain, |
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From storing up your hopes; |
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Bereaved and bottled for tomorrow |
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With all of your todays. |
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I am the vice beneath the guise |
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Of virtues. |
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And I'll watch you, |
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Make your homes, |
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In the places that you've grown to fear the most. |
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You fine fuel, (burning on my breath) |
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For a thirsty world (with a taste for time) |
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You'll fill the fevered taste of tempters. |
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Because, try as you might to earn your time |
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You won't gain days, you will be mine. |
