now we've come to the age,
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where the splendour fades,
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and we can look behind drooping facades.
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the glossy front's just fake,
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the firm base breaks, as this doomed world slowly decays.
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illusions fly high,
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nothing we don't try
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to build up fantasies we can believe.
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the dance on dragon's jaws,
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in reach of its claws, destroys the little we could retrieve.
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we have resigned to our fate
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afraid that our time is up now.
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though it's not quite too late, if we take to action now.
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we see no future, just today's endured-
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and tomorrow is smoke in the wind.
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we dance, sing, play,
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'cause we feel the strain of living at the end of our time.
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we have resigned to our fate
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afraid that our time is up now.
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though it's not quite too late, if we take to action now.
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choir:
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our legacy
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fades and melts away,
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because tomorrow may not ever be.
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so we dance and sing, try to bear the thought
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of approaching the end of our time.
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our legacy......
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Time To Turn
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| Eloy |
