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Seventh WaveTill the end of time, the world stops, we all stand sillLet the floods come, as they always do, watch the sun break through We are memories and signs, some of what we leave behind Waiting for the wave We are fragments made of time, we are broken, we are fine There's something, repetition, real life, not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself Insanitory illness, over worked, can not help To steal you from, a future life, you've got to stop hurts, hurts A thousand ways you can escape, disappear and fade away Tell me that I'm wrong All that strength can make you weak Chasing you and chasing me, all night There's something, repetition, real life, not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself Insanitory illness, over worked, can not help The balance is your spade, you make it back like no one else There's something, repetition, real life, real life, real life, real I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself The balance is your spade, you make it back like no one else Insanitory illness, over worked, can not help I wouldn't wish it on you, I wouldn't wish it on myself Myself, myself |