A Matter of Time

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We find ourselves a place
we belong in this forever,
Ain’t that what it’s all about.
Make the promise to keep it,
Come hell or high water,
We’d figure it out.
It was the night,
It was the moon,
It was the green grass in the garden,
The victory and the sin,
I know you’re weary,
Look at me,
Flailing in the corner,
Now here’s the towel,
Go on, throw it in.
It was a matter of time,
Can’t you see that it’s tearing me up inside?
Look what’s laid on our feet.
That’s the wreckage of broken dreams and burned out halos,
And it’s here on our street
.
The Killers – A Matter of Time

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