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the time has come to speak of many things
of jacks and queens and kings
i bared my wrists and promised to begin
but you cut the blade straight in
try hard my love do you hear the distant strings
please remember what this means
did i come back for all of this?
it seems absurd somehow...
with one well-placed flick of the wrist
you've really done it now...
(all of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision)
the time has come
for things to come undone
that we should not have begun
at last i felt a numbness overcome
and now you turn and run...
the time has come
to take me in your arms and touch these fragile scars
you have the choice now so decide
if you want in or out
there is too much left for us to try
you cant just give up now
the time has come
to speak of many things
of jacks and queens and kings
it took that cut to bring me back to life
theyre bleeding, theyre frightened but i hold out both my hands:
no one in the world will ever touch me there again.
HATA BİLDİR
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