the art of time pours in your glass
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the sound of it reminds you of your past and how nothing ever changes
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the clocks inside your head will strike midnight every night
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you stare at walls and paint with your memory
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and you won¡¯t ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes
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you wipe the dirt from off your dress
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and smile politely at your guests, and hold your breath that no one saw you on your knees
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your diary¡¯s a requiem, of all the things come and gone
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of times and boys and places you will never find
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and you won¡¯t ever make it, cause nothing ever changes
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and you won¡¯t ever make it, cause nothing here ever changes
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don¡¯t rely on past experience, you¡¯ll find that nothing changes over time
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and I can¡¯t look you in the eye, oh tess
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you can hide what¡¯s left of your heart in your mind, and make believe a better time
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cause nothing ever changes, nothing ever changes...
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Nothing Ever Changes (Sarah Blasko Remix)
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| The Devoted Few |
