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The end of time
My life cut me like a knife,
Every night and every day.
Your dream is your drive,
Is what the people say.
I'm not happy in my life,
I'm lonely every day.
I'm holding me on my drive,
And this is what it say.
Why come it back,
This is the end of time.
This day it's turning back,
This is the begin of crime.
This side is black,
This is the end of time.
I'm waiting to the end every day of my life,
Yes, I'm waiting to the end of time.
This day is turning back on you,
This day is turning back on me.
I know my life is true,
When the sun goes on the sea.
Is this the end of time.
I'm waiting to the end,
Every day of my life.
Yes, I'm waiting to the end of time.
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