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we play with words
and shape our futures
mold our lives with
tape and sutres
tear apart our old designs
while trying desperately to find
enough time
and this is the sinking kind,
the one that's drowning in your eyes,
flying high above cloudy skies
I realize
with every rise,
there's another fall;
every fall
another spring,
this endless thing.
we sing our songs
and make our wishes
hope for riches,
bigger fishes
tear apart our old designs
while trying desperately to find
enough time
and this is the losing kind,
the one the calvary left behind
in the battle for my mind
I realize
with every win,
there's another loss;
every loss
another win,
this endless thing.
tear apart my old designs
i'm trying desperately to find
enough time.
and the bells will ring
this endless thing,
the trumpets sing
this endless thing.
this endless thing.