| In separate folds
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| We’re desperate people
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| In spite of ourselves
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| The balance is equal
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| It’s time to go back
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| But only to take you
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| Somewhere to grow old
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| Where nothing can break through
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| Our chance to survive
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| The cosmos’s winter
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| Will leave them behind
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| A world crushed to splinters
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| We’ll snuff out the light
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| And hide in the darkness
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| The closure of pain
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| A final catharsis
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| Find your way
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| Through the mist
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| Where nothing else
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| But only we exist
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| We stem the flow
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| And hold the dawn
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| To step behind it all
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| Beyond
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| When the silence falls at last
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| And the clock tower rings no more
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| We watch the hourglass
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| Trapped like we were before
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| And we’ll lay awake in fear
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| Of the past days come again
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| But they’ll never find us here
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| Before they burn at this world’s end
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| Don’t cry for this world bleeding out
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| They’ve had their day, and ours is now
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| The way of absolution is the end
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| The end of all of time
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| So have some faith and let it fade
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| In the past our future’s made
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| We’ll slip away unseen back to the start
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| To the start again
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| Find your way
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| Through the mist
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| Where nothing else
|
| But only we exist
|
| We stem the flow
|
| And hold the dawn
|
| To step behind it all
|
| Beyond
|
| When the silence falls at last
|
| And the clock tower rings no more
|
| We watch the hourglass
|
| Trapped like we were before
|
| And we’ll lay awake in fear
|
| Of the past days come again
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| But they’ll never find us here
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| Before they burn at this world’s end |