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The days fall like rain

On we fools and thieves

I stand at the cliff's edge

Mocked by the sea

The memories of lost loves

Or that never will be

With the turn of the tide

Or the turn of the key

Some are brave

Some are scared

All face the fangs that are bared

Some are foolish

Some are wise

All are kissed kissed by the scythe

Some are brave and

Some are scared and

All face the fangs that are bared and

Some are foolish

Some are wise

All are kissed kissed by the scythe

The lost rise from the fields

Walk into the trees

Above their sighs

The earth slowly breathes

Whatever we do

Whatever we say

Like leaves on the wind

We are lost and decayed

Some are brave

Some are scared

But all face the fangs that are bared

Some are foolish

Some are wise

But all are kissed kissed by the scythe

Some are brave and

Some are scared and

All face the fangs that are bared and

Some are foolish

Some are wise

All are kissed kissed by the scythe

Some are brave and

Some are scared and

All face the fangs that are bared and

Some are foolish

Some are wise

All are kissed kissed by the scythe

Some are brave and

Some are scared and

All face the fangs that are bared and

Some are foolish

Some are wise

All are kissed

Kissed by the scythe