and your face I do know well every breath breathes farewell it's so still no soul could tell but one day like this the angels fell and it's never quite what it seems and it bleeds this setting sun and my arms ache from holding on let it go this dying light makes it hard to tell wrong from right and it's never quite what it seems all the shadows of our doubts and the light that burns too bright soon burns out and your face you do know well that the race is lost hold still ‘cause the first shall be the last those that burn with thirst will lift their glass and it's never quite what it seems
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