| Tell me it’s not too late
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| Time slips away just like water through my fingers
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| The past lies in differential, fibbish decay
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| Can I fix fractured wings before they whither away?
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| Rescue me!
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| Tell me we’ll be ok
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| To rescue me, rescue me
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| Turn it around, turn it around
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| Wasted years will never come back around
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| Let them go, and
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| Turn it around, turn it around
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| All the pain that made us strong
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| Faded long ago
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| Can you take me back, can you take me back?
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| Trapped in this grace, I just can’t forget the past
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| Can you take me back, can you take me back?
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| I can’t live in misery
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| I will not let regret break me
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| I found strength through suffering
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| Strength through suffering
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| Strength, strength through suffering
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| Time slips away like the breath from my lungs
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| Blinded and deaf, come carry this soul
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| So broken and desperate, in search of its home
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| Rescue me!
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| Tell me we’ll be ok
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| To rescue me, rescue me
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| Tell me we’ll be ok
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| Tell me it’s not too late
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| To rescue me, rescue me
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| Oh! |