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I can hear what you're thinking,
All your doubts and fears,
And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find,
The reason I'm here.
And in time all things shall pass away,
In time, you may come back someday.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
You know your days are numbered,
Count them one by one,
Like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun.
You can outrun the devil, if you tried,
But you'll never outrun the hands of time.
And in time all things shall pass away,
In time you may come back some say.
To live once more, or die once more,
But in time, your time will be no more.
[Guitar]
I can hear what you're thinking.
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