Do you remember how we used to say
Everything around us are made of clay
We were the Kings and the others the fools,
playing by our rules
Adorned with golden shapes and silver dreams
You count the seconds, every moment seems
like your lost to the stars up above
Eventhou you're falling
Spoken words made of trust, burning bridges
between us,
turning diamonds into rust
You're running out of time, the higher that you climb
the deeper you will fall and lose sight of it all
Out of time, on the line
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