| Sew it on
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| Face the fool
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| December’s tragic drive
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| When time is poetry
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| And stolen the world outside
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| The waiting could crush my heart
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| Sew it on
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| Face the fool
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| The tide breaks, a wave of fear
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| And brave songs disappear
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| To the secret voice of dawn
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| This last time raise my eyes
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| The right words in time
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| The right words
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| Sew it on
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| Face the fool
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| The mirrors lie, those aren’t my eyes
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| Destroy them, raise my hand
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| Reflected in savage shards
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| A new face, a soul reborn
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| You’ll taste it, you’ll taste it in time
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| The right words in time
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| The right words |