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When I think of it now that it's doneHow it might've gone without a place to belongI can see we played into their handsAnd they picked our bones until we proved them wrongIt's only a momentThe minutes and hours, they fly from me now as thenIt's all in the detailI've been here before but still don't remember whenAs we stared in the face of the stormAnd the change began to gather over the bendThere was always a chance it would comeBut if you can't make it happen nobody canIt's all but forgottenThe minutes and hours, they're nothing that can't be boughtIt's all in the detailHold onto your head, you're living without your thoughts From Letras Mania