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Moving ever forward in our time and space, |
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Think we know all the answers, think we found our place, |
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But when time grows weary, our fury and our sound, |
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This will be when time turns around. |
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Rising up from the ashes, every one is safe, |
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Moving slowly backwards to the cradle from the grave, |
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To just before we disappear ......the senses found, |
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This will be when time turns around. |
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Finish at the beginning, start out at the end, |
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Somewhere on the longway back, we'll meet again my friend, |
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When the broken is mended, when the lost is found, |
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This will be when time turns around. |
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When the broken is mended, when the lost is found, |
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This will be when time turns around, |
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This will be when time turns around. |
