the time has come to speak of many things
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of jacks and queens and kings
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i bared my wrists and promised to begin
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but you cut the blade straight in
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try hard my love 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 TIES to come undone
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that we should not have begun
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at last i felt 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 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 cant 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 to bring me back to life
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theyre bleeding, theyre frightened but i hold out both my hands:
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no one in the world will ever touch me there again.
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The Time Has Come
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| The Dresden Dolls |
