| the face you swore
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| Was youthful in its time.
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| Is now old and worn
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| A monument for life.
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| And all,
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| They’ve drawn
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| They’ll drain from your eyes
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| Your thoughts
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| Your moods
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| Are all watched by eyes
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| And I’ll wait tonight
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| The voice you swore
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| Was youthful in its time
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| Is now old and worn
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| A testament of time
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| And all,
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| They’ve drawn
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| They’ll drain from your eyes
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| Your thoughts
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| Your moods
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| Are watched by all eyes
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| I’ll wait tonight
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| And all
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| They draw
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| They’ll drain from your eyes
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| Your thoughts
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| Your moods
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| Are watched by all eyes
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| And I’ll wait
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| As your darkness falls
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| As death, it brings new life
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| I’m overwhelmed with all they’ve drawn
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| Your eyes had depth from all the shit you saw
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| And when they take you back to life
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| We know its you but something isn’t right |