And lyrics, probably properly punctuated.
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stones from the sky falling down
and hit the ground.
doesn't matter where they came from,
as long as we have something to ogle to
distract ourselves from the hell
that we have known well.
doesn't matter when it ends,
as long as we have something to run from than have
our little time unspent.
it's not time well spent,
till the days we repent.
there's not much time left then,
it's not time well spent,
till the minute we repent.
fabric of fire burning our town,
leaving us bound
to the impending doom we call fate,
we had no thought left to power us to change.
insignificantly, the monstrosity
power us to lay cold holding our bitter shards of memory(hope)
to have at least the will to live.
our little time unspent;
it is time well spent,
before the days we repent.
there is still much time left;
it is time well spent,
before the minute we repent.
have faith in thee.
have faith in thee.
it's our time to spend;
it's our time well spent,
after the days we have repent.
it's our time being spent,
it's our time well spent,
after the minute we have repent.
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THERE. Now I can do my homework in peace.
Aha. Ri-hight.
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