| Candlelight flickers across these hands that write
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| I sit and ponder the past and life
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| Just wishing and wanting an answer tonight
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| And so I am thinking and wondering asking why
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| Do things go wrong when they have been right
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| Where we used to frolic and laugh, we cry
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| Life’s past its prime, I wish I could stop the hands of time
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| The end is nigh, a tick and a tock and the sands of time
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| Slip from the clock as they pass us by
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| As I’m sitting and watching the passers by
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| Stranded high, imprisoned and locked in the land of my mind
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| The living monotony hanging by
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| To limit and smother a man this shy
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| And to describe it’s impossible though I can but try
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| And now as I lie, a shiver runs ominous down my spine
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| As a vision, a prophecy clouds my sight
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| I predict an apocalypse happens tonight
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| Clandestine, Our figurative god has cast the die
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| Has triggered the goal of his grand design
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| And the bigger the bomb is the faster we die
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| Abandon fright, and give up the worry and anger and spite
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| The difference is none if you stand and fight
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| So sisters and brothers hold hands, unite
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| While Dan says hi, and sings you a song as his last goodbye
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| Bye bye bye |