I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs
Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should
run
I thought that everything would turn out right, now look
what I've become
A man I wouldn't have respect for if I'd met me when I was
young
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they'd
go
A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never
flow
Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun
I thought that everything would turn out right but look what
I've become
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
I will leave this firing line,
I have nothing to rewind
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I've done
and left undone
All I've done and left undone, all I've done and left undone
All I've done and left undone.
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