| Time in constant motion
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| Like the shifting desert sands
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| Slipping through my hands
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| Chasing down the minutes
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| That turn into days
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| Seconds get shorter
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| As years fall away
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| Chasing down my dreams
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| Under borrowed light
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| A mirage in the distance
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| Escaping my sight
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| What’s inside us when we depart
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| Driven to live outside of regret
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| Time is finite, the clocks are set
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| I realize my flame is burning away
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| Starward searching I will find my way
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| The power of the mind ready to combust
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| I will show you fear in a handful of dust
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| I will show you fear in a handful of dust
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| Combust
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| My flame is fleeting
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| But I will live and learn
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| Rise and burn, Tick and Turn
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| Rise and burn
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| Time in constant motion
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| Like the shifting desert sands
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| Slipping through my hands
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| What’s inside us when we depart
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| Driven to live outside of regret
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| Time is finite, the clocks are set
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| Driven to live or driven apart
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| Combust |