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The time has come |
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To speak of many things |
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Of jacks and queens and kings |
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I bared my wrists |
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And promised to begin |
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But you cut the blade straight in |
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Try hard my love |
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Do you hear the distant strings |
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Please remember what this means |
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Did I come back for all of this |
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It seems absurd somehow |
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With one well-placed flick of the wrist |
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You've really done it now |
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All of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision |
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The time has come |
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For things to come undone |
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We should not have begun |
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At last |
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I felt |
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A numbness overcome |
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And now you turn and run |
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The time has come |
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To take me in your arms |
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And touch these fragile scars |
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You have the choice now so decide |
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If you want in or out |
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There is too much left for us to try |
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You can't just give up now |
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The time has come |
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To speak of many things |
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Of jacks and queens and kings |
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It took that cut |
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To bring me back to life |
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They're bleeding and they're frightened still I hold out both my hands |
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No one in the world will ever touch me there again |
