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Desperate to take lost in its wake time slips away to soon Pleasures of fear drawing us near where could we go from hear waste what we want we beg and we're bought and nothing is wrong with us life in these veins godless and stained glimpses of hope exist Slanted advance threatened by chance time slips away to soon waste what we want we beg and we're bought and nothing is wrong with us From Letras Mania