| I can hear what you’re thinking,
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| All your doubts and fears,
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| And if you look in my eyes, in time you’ll find,
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| The reason I’m here.
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| And in time all things shall pass away,
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| In time, you may come back someday.
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| To live once more, or die once more,
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| But in time, your time will be no more.
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| You know your days are numbered,
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| Count them one by one,
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| Like notches in the handle of an outlaw’s gun.
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| You can outrun the devil, if you try,
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| But you’ll never outrun the hands of time.
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| In time there surely, come a day
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| In time all things shall pass away,
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| In time you may come back some say.
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| To live once more, or die once more,
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| But in time, your time will be no more.
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| Guitar
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| I can hear what you’re thinking. |