| Like black holes in space, things so easily erased
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| Only time will tell, what’s left on the face
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| Of the world were living in, and the love were giving
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| I’m so easily amazed, that the globe keeps spinning
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| And now were faced, with time in a penitentiary
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| Slow the pace, Cus were gonna get there eventually
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| To that dying day, When the only words we can say
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| Shoulda coulda woulda, but we didn’t so we fade away
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| Like black clouds in the sky, warning you and I
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| That the rains gonna come, and the mud’s gonna slide
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| And the homes in it’s path, piles of wood and broken glass
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| And when it’s all over, start from scratch
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| And now were faced, with time in a penitentiary
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| Slow the pace, Cus were gonna get there eventually
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| To that dying day, When the only words we can say
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| Shoulda coulda woulda, but we didn’t so we fade away
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| Like black holes in space
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| Start from scratch |