| Take a look, what do you see
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| Image in the mirror
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| Yesterday is yesterday
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| You’ll meet your maker
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| I know that time grows old
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| Can’t stop the seasons
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| Shifting sands slip through your hands
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| Time is gone before it’s begun…
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| Die
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| A little more
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| A little more for every day
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| Lord why
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| Oh tell me why
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| Do the seasons slowly grey?
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| Days of blue just turn to grey
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| The picture slowly aging
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| Nothing left to the memory
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| Death will not forsake them
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| God fearing people say
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| They’re not afraid of dying
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| So why do they turn to faith
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| When faith has no meaning in life?
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| Time worn, worn time
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| Say goodbye to yesterday
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| After life, life after
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| It’s all the same
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| The golden years bring out the pain
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| Death rolls in like the seasons change
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| You’ve lost all hope but still you pray
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| Aging eyes that fail to see
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| The mirror has been shattered
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| Death’s knocking on their door
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| A vision filled with laughter
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| I know that time grows old
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| Can’t stop the seasons
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| And as the end draws near
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| The story’s over before it’s begun…
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| Die
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| A little more
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| A little more for every day
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| Lord why
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| Oh tell me why
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| Do the seasons slowly grey? |