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The burden's ours until the clocks run out of all their, precious time.
While the cure to the working man's back lies near, the end of the line.
With a sigh and a question why we so fear, the ends of our lives.
Bundled up in all our careless dreams we do fly, into the sky.
But to the world nothing more than a firefly, flickering by.


Flickering by (3 times )


Mustn't cry (3 times )


Better we hide all our sorrow,
Better not let it show through,
Better not trust in tomorrow,
To fill up the space left by you.


Oh by you,
I sense it in the summer,
I feel it in the fall,
I miss you most of all,
I miss you most of all.

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