Lying here tonight,
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lying here tonight it’s all you think of,
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Parading through these lights and
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Parading through these lights it’s all you think of.
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For chance has laid its cold hand upon your shoulder,
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It’s now your right, to watch falling sands, you’re getting older.
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Suddenly surprised, suddenly surprised by these mires,
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It’s a funny thing this life, you’re catching up with time, do you tire?
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You were caught by the window…
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Endgame
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| Pilate |
