| My qualm with this song,
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| take notes, im thinking
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| this fleeting moment of your enjoyment
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| will pass
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| and even if this ambiance did not stop
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| until the earth quit spinning
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| you’d eventually bore of it, and implore of us
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| that we do not continue
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| if you tried to write nines, until there were no nines
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| in time, you’d die, and you wouldn’t not finish.
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| the only difference in infinacy between God and us
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| us our own imprisonment in time
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| God can i please
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| fast forward
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| fast forward
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| to the best parts?
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| and then
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| God can i please
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| rewind
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| rewind
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| to the beginning?
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| My hands, my head, my neck is sweating
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| the seconds drip from the clock
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| like a broken tap
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| and if you try to plug the leak with anything
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| it only leaks much faster
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| and you know that someday, the valve
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| will break
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| and your watermain will unleash on your bathroom
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| and ive got a lot of shit to do and i dont have time to schedule THAT
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| in any time soon.
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| the only difference in infinacy between God and us
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| us our own imprisonment in time
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| God can i please
|
| fast forward |
| fast forward
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| to the best parts?
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| and then
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| God can i please
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| rewind
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| rewind
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| to the beginning?
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| a whisper, an answer, i tremble, you pause
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| just tell me it is not in vain you’ll never forget me
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| cause these moments, my moments, i want them, their mine
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| and if you bury them with me i’ll never forgive you
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| who cares if my time is wasted, you don’t use it!
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| its nothing
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| all i can be is all there is, was and will be.
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| the only difference in infinacy between God and us
|
| us our own imprisonment in time
|
| God can i please
|
| fast forward
|
| fast forward
|
| to the best parts?
|
| and then
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| God can i please
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| rewind
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| rewind
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| to the beginning? |