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A Thorn For Every Heart A Night To Remember A Morning To Forget


I can't love your eyes, (It's all your fault)
Im pushing back for more, (As time flies by you wait for it)
And they paralyse, (For anything at all)
I can't let you in, (Let's waste away tonight)
Because that means that you win, (The sands gone from the hourglass)
And it's forever. (As time has past)
Youre not the one to blame for this at all,
Must have burnt this down, ashes all around,
What were the questions that you had for me?
I couldnt solve it all, so just let it be.
Seasons are constantly changing,
(Waking up, waking up to your eyes)
Time that we seem to be wasting,
(You cut me out; you cut me out completely this time.)
Making up, breaking up for the last time, (Time wont wait)
The reflection of, my life tells me you're sleeping, (Life wont wait)
Runaway, run from this,
Cant be, can't be real.
Seasons are constantly changing,
(Waking up, waking up to your eyes)
Time that we seem to be wasting,
(You cut me out; you cut me out completely this time.)
Making up, breaking up for the last time, (Time wont wait)
The reflection of, my life tells me you're sleeping, (Life wont wait)
Runaway, run from this,
Cant be, can't be real.
I can't love your eyes, (And all you are)
Im pushing back for more, (Are the mistakes that you make always)
And they paralyse, (When everythings gone wrong)
I can't let you in, (Let's break away tonight)
Because that means that you win, (The sands gone from the hourglass)
And it's forever. (Our time has passed)
Fingers that tap the windowpane,
Are too numb, numb for you to feel the real pain,
The kind that lies in me,
Wanting something more than what this life has brought to me,
Now you're running, now you're running.
Seasons are constantly changing,
(Waking up, waking up to your eyes)
Time that we seem to be wasting,
(You cut me out; you cut me out completely this time.)
Making up, breaking up for the last time, (Time wont wait)
The reflection of, my life tells me you're sleeping, (Life wont wait)
Runaway, run from this,
Cant be, can't be real.



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