LYRIC
For your time it's written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on it's own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can.
For your time it's written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on it's own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can.
WRITE A COMMENT
For your time it's written out.
Work means nothing by itself.
These days are numbered, I can tell.
Until the crash I'll write you down.
Selection kills the old.
Selection breathes on it's own.
Sing while you can.
Now, while you can.
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