| Imagine waking up someday
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| You are standing on a thin line
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| Close call with the Maker
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| You’re shaking hands with the 'taker
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| Would you lay there so fervently praying
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| For a promise of time?
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| Would you cry out for a chance of survival
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| For a promise of life?
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| No time left to do what’s to do
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| Don’t you wait for the darkness
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| To open, to open your eyes
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| You see their faces everywhere
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| In the papers, on T.V.
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| The chosen few that will live to tell
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| See the sparkle in their eyes
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| Could it be they were fervently praying
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| For a promise of time?
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| Crying out for a chance of survival
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| For a promise of life?
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| No time left to do what’s to do
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| Don’t you wait for the darkness
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| To open, to open your eyes
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| Could it be they were fervently praying
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| For a promise of time?
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| Crying out for a chance of survival
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| For a promise of life?
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| No time left to do what’s to do
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| Don’t you wait for the darkness
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| No time left to do what’s to do
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| Time, time, living on borrowed time
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| Don’t you wait for the darkness |