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Now that time has unwinded We're songs that are lost in the wind And even though we're constantly reminded, we'll Make our way back to them So just take my hand, take my hand I promise That if you take my hand, take my hand we will Find another land, no demands I promise That somehow we will be okay We run through life with scratches and bruises As our friends peel back their thin skin The one who never tries is the one who loses And even though we know it's there we can't begin again So just take my hand, take my hand I promise That if you take my hand, take my hand we will Find another land, another land I promise you That this is where we will begin An empty casket lies upon the table You look inside, there's nothing but a pen And a single sheet of bright white paper Left for you to write your memoirs to your best friend But she has passed on, this is the song You promised her And it had better be worth every single word But we're finally here, you are a dear I promised you this And we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend We can fin'lly see eternity, my friend Oh, we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
Scratches and Bruises
Now that time has unwinded We're songs that are lost in the wind And even though we're constantly reminded, we'll Make our way back to them So just take my hand, take my hand I promise That if you take my hand, take my hand we will Find another land, no demands I promise That somehow we will be okay We run through life with scratches and bruises As our friends peel back their thin skin The one who never tries is the one who loses And even though we know it's there we can't begin again So just take my hand, take my hand I promise That if you take my hand, take my hand we will Find another land, another land I promise you That this is where we will begin An empty casket lies upon the table You look inside, there's nothing but a pen And a single sheet of bright white paper Left for you to write your memoirs to your best friend But she has passed on, this is the song You promised her And it had better be worth every single word But we're finally here, you are a dear I promised you this And we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend We can fin'lly see eternity, my friend Oh, we can fin'lly see eternity, my friend
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
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