[Words & Music: T. Bjorn]
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It knows no time, life or race
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Terminates, leaves just an empty space
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It rises high, black and shapeless
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Falls low, smooth and soundless
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All in it's way, will be gone like yesterday
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Crawling faster, our disaster
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Now it has come to take us there
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To the place where we all beware
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And who knows what it has to show
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We'll figure it out from down below
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Next in line, a sorrowed face
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Swept away, end of chase
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Another foolish desperate try
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Keeps me asking the question, why?
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Prayers are good, for lack of sense
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The final stand, darkness so dense
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Now it has come to take us there
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To the place where we all beware
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And who knows what it has to show
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We'll figure it out from down below
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Even though the sun might shine now
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The shade will come and tuck you in
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Even if your life's divine now, it too shall end
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You're in denial, trying to turn away
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But it will catch up on you someday
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Maybe tomorrow or the next decade
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But everyone will face eternal shade
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Even though the sun might shine now
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The shade will come and tuck you in
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Even if your life's divine now it too shall end
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Shade
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| Memory Garden |
