| Thrust your hand into my chest
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| And pull out a fistful of sand
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| Cast it down upon the ground
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| And watch as it blows away
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| The world keeps spinning ever-on
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| And dark hair turns to gray
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| The ticking clock cannot be stopped
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| And so goes another day
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| Falling down
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| Spirit broken
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| Hollowed out
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| Never to return
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| Dig your hand into my eyes
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| And pull out a fistful of sand
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| I can only see betrayal now
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| So I’m better blind
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| It didn’t have to be this way
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| But I can’t reclaim my yesterdays
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| And so I’ll let the string play out
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| As I lie crushed by my self-doubt
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| Fallen down
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| Spirit broken
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| Hollowed out
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| Never to return
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| Words mean nothing
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| Promises but lies
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| And my life’s hourglass
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| Empties out before my eyes
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| One life
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| One chance
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| A single invitation to the dance
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| Choose wise
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| Choose well
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| Good intentions pave the road to hell
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| Words mean nothing
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| Promises but lies
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| And my life’s hourglass
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| Empties out before my eyes |