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We aspire to things that expire too Like we have the time We aspire to things that die too Like they're worth our lives It's dangerously close to midnight It's dangerously close to midnight It's getting very close to midnight It's time to come in A final adieu to things without virtue They're not worth my life And I will aspire to all that remains new Far beyond this time Wishing on a star that never rise From Letras Mania