The Disintegration Of The Persistence Of Memory

The Black Veils

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Do you remember when your eyes
Used to catch my lies?
Can you still remember when your eyes
Used to catch my lies?
(Ok)

Now my hands are tied
And I don't want to bow my head again
Now my hands are tied
No, I don't want to bow my head again!

The clock is laughing at my face
The clock is ticking in my veins
Here I am, with nothing to lose
(Again)