| Now the time passes by
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| You cover bruises with your excuses again
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| But when you ask yourself, «Why?»
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| Everyone around you seems to be alright
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| You know you could have played it off
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| But you started sweating, sweating, sweating
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| When I saw your anger, anger
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| And now the ghost is alive
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| This apparation has taken over your life
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| And every time you ask, «Why?»
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| You never have to pay back what you leave behind
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| And every time you talk it out
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| The time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking
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| 'Till one day it’s over, over
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| You’re not the victim here
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| You know the time is
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| Don’t give in on the way down
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| Now, you’ll never have to leave me
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| Now, you’ll never have to leave from this place
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| To a much better place
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| But when everything is over
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| And your head is all clear
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| I will be right there waiting for you to be here
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| (The time is, the time is now)
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| (The time is, the time is now)
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| (The time is now)
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| But once you go and cross the line
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| You can’t re-cross that line
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| Execution style is not the way to go
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| And every time you blow it out
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| The fuse keeps getting shorter, shorter, shorter
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| 'Till one day it blows up in your face
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| Get up off your ass, you know the time is
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| Change your pathetic life
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| You know the time is
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| Now…
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| Now…
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| But don’t give in on the way down
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| Now… |