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In the emptiness of hope
Everything is clear
That the sounds I often hear
Are now drawing near
With the passing hands of time
Echos from the past
A figure of my distant self
In a shadow cast

I don't want to be the one who
Takes the blame tonight
Leads this ugly fight
Takes the blame tonight
Stands up when it's right

When time and memory wash
All of this away
All that will remain
A glimpse of yesterday

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