| The days fall like rain, on we fools and thieves
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| I stand at the cliff’s edge, mocked by the sea
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| The memories of lost loves, or that never will be
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| With the turn of the tide, or the turn of the key
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| Some are brave, some are scared
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| All face the fangs that are bared
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| Some are foolish, some are wise
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| All are kissed, kissed by the scythe
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| Some are brave, and some are scared and
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| All face the fangs that are bared and
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| Some are foolish, some are wise
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| All are kissed, kissed by the scythe
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| The lost rise from the fields, walk into the trees
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| Above their sighs, the Earth slowly breathes
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| Whatever we do — whatever we say
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| Like leaves on the wind, we are lost and decayed
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| Some are brave, some are scared
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| But all face the fangs that are bared
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| Some are foolish, some are wise
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| But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe |