Lets burn the bridges that have brought us to our
As the tears roll down your face
There's no need to
A mist like fog in the air that surrounds me
Whispers
So afraid of the things I have done
Stop the race
Yes time goes by
I can't learn to shut my
I feel so tired and afraid of what is
These things
Here is the door
Get out of our scene
No room for
And through it all
These blood shed tears
Don’t count
The vultures they, chew the bones, our remains (are all
Is it too late, cos the ship has sailed
Hopes and
Stop the clocks, it's half past eight
Our time is up,
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