| Every moment can’t remain
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| And every life won’t stay the same
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| With time comes a layer of rust
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| And our bones will turn to dust
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| Everyone will fall away
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| And every season is built on change
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| With time the paint will peel
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| And all sense will lose it’s feel
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| Every cloth will start to fray
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| And every night will become day
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| With time a mold will form
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| And what’s cold can become warm
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| Every love can’t always stay
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| And the dead will soon decay
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| With time we’ll all be gone
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| But how you lived can live on
|
| Every moment can’t remain
|
| And every life won’t stay the same
|
| With time comes a layer of rust
|
| And our bones will turn to dust
|
| Everyone will fall away
|
| And every season is built on change
|
| With time the paint will peel
|
| And all sense will lose it’s feel
|
| Every cloth will start to fray
|
| And every night will become day
|
| With time a mold will form
|
| And what’s cold can become warm
|
| Every love can’t always stay
|
| And the dead will soon decay
|
| With time we’ll all be gone
|
| But how you lived can live on |