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It's always been too late,
the racing clocks of escaping fate
they were never on my side.
I'm finally leaving them behind.

I'm looking at the map
wondering where I'll be
when the clock strikes 12 at 2023,
hoping maybe it's for told
that I will make it through the cold.

Is it too late for me, to look the storm in the eye?
To face the consequence and live before I die.

Let this moment be my exodus,
as winter comes for all of us,
remember love.
( And bless the fall as summer dies)
I pray no god, but I do ask I myself
how far I've gone to make amends.
Remember love and bless the fall as summer dies.

It's always been my fault
the proving grounds of my youths revolt
are soaked in blood and bitter tears
the precious fruit of wasted years

But there's a clarity that this baggage brings
and when its said and done I wouldn't change a thing
I throw my questions to the wind
I'm finally ready to begin.

Is it too late for me, to look the storm in the eye?
To face the consequence and live before I die.

Let this moment be my exodus,
as winter comes for all of us,
remember love.
( And bless the fall as summer dies)
I pray no god, but I do ask I myself
how far I've gone to make amends.
Remember love and bless the fall as summer dies.

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