![]() ![]() I begin at the end Time will buckle and bend Child of the profane Tied to the great chain Forlorn faces, running from the cold regret Empty spaces, something that I can’t forget All I wanted was to wish the past away But time’s the cruelest ruler that we all obey |
![]() ![]() Merry go ‘round and around Misery go ‘round and around Quandary go ‘round and around Merry go ‘round and around Tick-tock Time doesn’t stop Prepare your doubts Eat them up |
![]() ![]() Who's gonna get up after we're gone? Who's gonna get up after we've fallen? Who's gonna pick up what we've done wrong? Who's gonna get up after we're gone? Illusions come illusions go And if I leave you'll never grow old |
![]() ![]() The past is nothing more than visions and ideas, Imaginary places, imaginary fears And I'm way too young to be this bitter sort of man, So wake me up and help me do the best I can for you ...for you, I'd split the world in two |
![]() ![]() We built these walls of stone And then they crumbled back today We spin these tales of love Out of trust, and hope, and prayer When our hearts grow tired and cold There's a strength in letting go |
![]() ![]() See, we won't forget where we came from The city won't change us We beat to the same drum No, we won't forget where we came from And no matter where we go We always find our way back home Yeah, we always find our way back home |
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