Turn of events
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Where seconds give way to moments
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In my mind I lose these faces
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Forget these places
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Try to find some traces of me
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Time is an unseen thief
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It steals my thoughts and memories from me
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I'm left behind with this apathy so tempting
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where minutes don't seem so kind
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I find that...
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Time comes, and I don't matter
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Time numbs, and dreams lay shattered
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I stand, and time just passes me by
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While the clock on the wall entraps me
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I fight for shreds of feeling
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Inside, time keeps stealing mine
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A dreamless dance
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Where instance defies existence
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In this life we feel confined
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We fall behind
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To the rhythem of the endless design
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Time is a clock in the heart
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The seconds pass before they can start
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I'm torn apart with this apathy, so empty
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Where seconds seem so unkind
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I find that...
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Time comes, and I don't matter
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Time numbs, and dreams lay shattered
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I stand, and time just passes me by
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While the clock on the wall is racing
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I fight for shreds of feeling
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Inside time keeps stealing mine
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Time comes
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(do I fight against time or a state of mind?)
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Time numbs
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(when everything's fine in my paradigm)
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Time comes
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(do I fight against time or a state of mind?)
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Time numbs
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(when everything's fine in my paradigm)
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Time comes, and it won't matter
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Time numbs, and dreams lay shattered
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I stand, and time just passes me by
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While the clock on the wall is raging
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I find peace while kneeling
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This night I'm just stealing time
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Thief
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| The Echoing Green |
