| It grows from deep within you
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| Unbeknownst, crawling deeper and deeper
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| This disease burrows into you
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| Though it never shows until the day comes
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| When the man in white gives you his diagnosis
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| Doomed to die
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| You thought you had time
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| How much longer will you need?
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| Doomed to die
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| When will you be the one?
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| You thought you had time
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| Accept that which you’ve become
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| How much, how much longer will you need?
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| The tempo of time is ever flowing
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| And with every second, it ticks away
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| De-accelerating your cognition
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| When you know your time is nigh
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| The diagnosis
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| The tempo of time is ever flowing
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| And with every second, it ticks away
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| De-accelerating your cognition
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| When you know your time is nigh
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| The diagnosis
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| The pendulum is swinging, forever it shall ring
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| The grandfather clock will always sing again
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| The end of an era, the coming of age
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| For you, time does not wait
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| Doomed to die
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| You thought you had time
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| How much longer will you need?
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| Doomed to die
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| When will you be the one?
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| You thought you had time
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| Accept that which you’ve become
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| How much, how much longer will you need? |