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And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselvesIn a sphere of a clearing in a navy lightThere are no stars, just the bars of a car's headlightsOn the leaves in the dead of the nightSilhouette suits step out of the shadowsInto the arena where the cameras rollSee their shoulders strain below the weight of the spadesStereo plays for a funeralThey say the moon is nearly fullThey see their eyes are nearly dryThey know how wonderful, how wonderful it isTo be alive tonightI leave myself to the earthTo the airTo the ashesIt's my timeIt's my designIt's my turnAnd I know I won't be lovedWon't be savedWon't be noticedUntil I learn to loveI hate to learnTo my best beloved I do bequeathAll the anguish and the ironyAnd all the things we never meantLetras de cancionesAnd those we set out to preventI leave myself to the earthTo the airTo the ashesIt's my timeIt's my designIt's my turnAnd I know I won't be lovedWon't be savedWon't be noticedUntil I learn to loveI hate to learnThis is my early graveWhere I wait for the light to let me inHere it comes around againAnd I sayLet the light shows and the soundsOf the orchestra beginMy eternal requiemFor an early grave. From Letras Mania