| It’s odd how we see things so perfectly clear when the hour of death is near
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| No time for untangling the web that’s weaved no time
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| For claiming you don’t believe no time for now it’s the moment of truth
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| It’s strange how we talk of the things that we’ll do
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| But can’t seem to follow through
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| Waiting for a better day waiting for fortune to come our way waiting
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| No more at the moment of truth
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| The dream of achievement from twilight years with the setting sun disappears
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| Opportunity came and went yesterday and taken or not left a price to pay
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| Let’s take advantage of this day
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| Our moment’s not so far away
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| A reconstruction of body soul
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| And mind in preparation for the day we leave this life behind
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| How we use this life of pain determines what we have to gain
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| It’s strange how we talk of the things that we’ll do
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| But can’t seem to follow through
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| And all that we should have comes perfectly clear when the hour of death is near
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| No time for untangling the web that’s weaved no time for claiming
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| You don’t believe no time for now it’s the moment of truth
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| The dream of achievement from twilight years with the setting sun disappears
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| Opportunity came and went yesterday and taken or not left a price to pay
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| Let’s take advantage of this day our moments not so far away
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| How we use this life of pain determines what we have to gain… |