If the dead could talk
There'd be no Bible study
No poetry
No mystery
They tell you to unshackle your mind
Bury that axe you grind
But living on borrowed time
Living on
Borrowed time
And that's fine
Cause you're mine
Oh, that's fine
Cause you're mine
No one can lend you a minute
Without a breaking clock
A bomb goes tick
Before it goes time
They tell you to unshackle your mind
Bury that axe you grind
But living on borrowed time
Living on borrowed time
Living on borrowed time
Without a seeming chance
They tell you to unshackle your mind
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It was all that I had
All that is yours
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I don't see
All that I can do
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Thank you.
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