| What will we do now? |
| You tell me
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| The hourglass is all out of sand
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| How could love slip through our fingers
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| And leave nothing but time on our hands?
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| And how will we live now? |
| You tell me
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| With parts of our hearts torn away
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| Just existing makes dyin' look easy
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| But maybe tomorrow, I’ve done enough dying today
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| And how will I sleep now? |
| You tell me
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| With only my arm by my side
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| Perhaps I’ll learn sleeping all over
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| Or just maybe without dreaming this time
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| And who’ll make you laugh now? |
| You tell me
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| Since you’ve sent your clown on her way
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| I don’t think I’ll cry, just die laughing
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| But maybe tomorrow, I’ve done enough dying today
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| Just existing makes dying look easy
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| But maybe tomorrow, I’ve done enough dying today |