The Passing of Time
The tick-tock of the clock is painful
All plain and logical
And I see our time has gotten stale
The passing of time is like the passing of years
like waiting for a faded love
To spark back to life and vaporize those jaded tears you cry
And here comes the passing of time so step up your game
Dry those tears and destroy all fears
The light has come and night has gone
SO walk tall with your head held high
When in doubt turn it inside out and grind it down
To a beautiful oblivion
To find faith in nothing
So with the passing of time thats all out of rhyme
It now seems we are all out of time
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