Nothing ever will outlast this rhyme
For it is but a question by time
Tiptoeing on the hands of a clock
Afraid of the banter and mock
Tell me in my ears
Or should it loud and clear
How do we fix up strings
That are long ago broken
How do we take back words
That are long ago spoken.
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Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head
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