Text: Blinded Black. Under The Sunrise. Time Is All We Got.

With a lit ciggarette
Smoke up all of your regret
I'll write you a novel
For every mistake that you made

Just another fashion trend
The critics scream for what has been
Dying and previewed
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With a single ciggarette
You'll burn a hole right through your dress

So you've packed your bags
And I try to stop
You as you walk out the door
I'm begging for, I'm begging for

A quarter past the dot
Time is all we got
Right down in front of your door

For every mile that I drive
I'll turn the clocks back in time
Four years and two days
This machine is saving
Well if I failed to mention
We're only here to mention apart
And I cant explain just how I feel
Fighting and stalling
Our master plan's falling

So you've packed your bags
And I try to stop
You as you walk out the door
I'm begging for, I'm begging for

A quarter past the dot
Time is all we got
Right down in front of your door

(Screams in background)

I'm begging for a change
Four years and two days away
I'm begging for a change
Four years and two days

So you've packed your bags
And I try to stop
You as you walk out the door
I'm begging for, I'm begging for

A quarter past the dot
Time is all we got
Right down in front of your door

I'm begging for, I'm begging for