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the sands of time

blow in my eyes

rubbing them red

is it my hands?



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the clocks don't rhyme

sown stitches unbind

nothing equal

follow o'r paths



the toll offtime

blown apart

pulled pin in my head

needle in the hay



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i'm searching for answers

but can't find any

i'm searching for answers

but can't find any

that comfort me

that relinquish you

that remove the blame

but i want to fall on the grenade



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(remember me?)

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