| Time…
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| Time is running out
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| Don’t you surrender, to the sound of time
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| It ain’t so tender, for a beating pulse
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| For a beating pulse…
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| If we can’t surrender, for the days ahead
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| If we can make up for, for the days behind
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| There’s nothing we can, but to breathe and die
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| Time is running out
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| Don’t you surrender, to the sound of time
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| It ain’t so tender, for a beating pulse
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| For a beating pulse…
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| There’s no point in trying, if you’re out of plans
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| There’s no time for regrets, when the art is done
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| Feeling all the feelings, in a lonesome fall
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| Time is running out, for a beating pulse
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| Don’t you surrender, to the sound of time
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| It ain’t so tender, for a beating pulse
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| Don’t you surrender, to the sound of time
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| It ain’t so tender, for a beating pulse
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| Time is running out, for a beating pulse |