We all have our day
We all have our time
Tomorrow, tonight, two years from now.
Who’s to say it isn’t now?
Sugar drips off the plateau of my insight.
Malice pours from the mind in my cranium.
Years go by
Is it too late for me?
We all have our day
We all have our time
Tomorrow, tonight, two years from now.
Who’s to say it isn’t now?
Sugar drips off the plateau of my insight.
Malice pours from the mind in my cranium.
Years go by
Is it too late for me?
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