| I see the sand fall through my hand
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| A subtle picture, quiet reminder
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| We’re staring through this hour glass
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| When will it run out? |
| When will we run out?
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| We’ve learned to build our castles out of sand for so long
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| So temporary, I watch them tumble down
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| It’s time to let it go
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| Turn back the hand to the beginning
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| Wouldn’t it be nice, give it some more time
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| Bury yourself under the blanket
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| How do we slow down?
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| How do we walk when we’re supposed to run?
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| Surround ourselves with plastic bonds
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| It give us comfort, comfort in numbers
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| These monuments will always stand
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| Our lonely temples, lean too we’ll all fall
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| Try to appreciate what little time we have
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| Let’s slow it down, life’s so uncertain
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| We lay our brother’s down
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| It’s time to let it go
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| Turn back the hand to the beginning
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| Wouldn’t it be nice, give it some more time
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| Bury yourself under the blanket
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| How do we slow down?
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| How do we walk when we’re supposed to run?
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| Don’t let life pass you by tonight
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| Brace inside, brace yourself this time
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| Now I know it’s time to let it go
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| Turn back those hands to the beginning
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| Wouldn’t it be nice, give it some more time
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| Bury yourself under the blanket
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| How do we slow down?
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| How do we walk when we’re supposed to run? |