| Had enough
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| Of the right that we know when it’s wrong
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| Of the good times to know when they’re gone
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| Of the songs that remain be sung
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| Living life
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| Carefree and bannered in youth
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| Built on eternal debut
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| Neglecting and stretching the truth
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| Watching time slip away and all its color fade to gray
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| What’s been written in stone can’t be erased
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| Looking back
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| We were so young and naïve
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| To pretend growing up was impossible
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| Hell, we thought it was optional
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| Now there’s shadows
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| Where color found life in the past
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| And silence where voice had a chance
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| Left with questions that we’ll never ask
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| We let time slip away and all its color fade to gray
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| What we’ve written in stone can’t be erased
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| It’s sad how life slips away
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| In the blink of an eye it’s gone by
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| And the flashbacks are all that we manage to save
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| If we’re lost and can’t find a way
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| To turn these embers back into a flame
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| Keep holding on
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| If we’re lost with no where to run
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| If the rush we’ve been chasing is gone
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| Keep holding on
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| We let time slip away and watched its color fade to gray
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| But what we’ve written in stone can’t be erased
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| We saw how life slips away
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| In the blink of an eye it’s gone by
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| And the flashbacks are all that we manage to save |