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Truth be told That growing old Is a curse I couldn't wish On the best of my friends The cylce, returning There's no beginning And the end can't find itself I need some answers Head spinning faster Grab hold to something to catch my breath But there's no air So I just believe I want to just believe I can't just believe So I just believe The price we pay for the truth Is far too steep It's out of line But I'd save up to buy it All if I only had the time Engulfed in flames I search your words And try to make sense of it all Letras de cancionesIn such a rush I snuggle up In blankets and wait for the fall I'm desperate for answers. From Letras Mania