| Standing on some dotted line
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| Reacting to the hands of time
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| A circumstance that I’ve been fed
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| Leaving questions in my head
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| Find the space that was left bare
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| An empty space I’d gladly share
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| One must live while one must die
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| Combined paired up for so many years
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| Unsure if I really want to shed a tear
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| Signing off is always so clearly done
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| A number 2 is now reduced to one
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| Find the space that was left bare
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| An empty space I’d gladly share
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| When your clock is up
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| And you rest for good
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| I will cut off my armpiece
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| Just like we agreed we would
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| One must live while one must die
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| While the other argues that
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| The world ain’t fair
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| But then who ever promised
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| Anybody equal share
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| You might as well forget
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| What you gambled on
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| 'Cause plans never go by the way they’re drawn
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| When your clock is up
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| And you rest for good
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| I will cut off my armpiece
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| Just like we agreed we would
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| One must live while one must die
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| I can’t say good-bye
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| It’s all I can do to get up every morning
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| And when all else fails I try
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| To face myself and everything else
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| But mostly I wonder why
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| E-Bow Solo: Charlie
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| Acoustics: Charlie & Scott
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| Percussion: Charlie |