19 lyrics for "In time, become."

Trampled down below Holes begin to pierce the sky Light that falls the gathering of lies Deceive destroys and overgrows As all becomes In time you will know Morning sun Shines its light Blinding the truth
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Oh I will become what I deserve I've been worryin', I've been worryin' My, my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear I been worryin' that I'm losing the one's I hold dear I been worryin' that we all live
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You will become, In time, become. In time, this won't even matter This chapter will be long under grass And we'll talk about everything till it's easier Your beauty is nothing compared to what And we talked about talk of a gold ring And you brought me
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Just this once Listen to the words I say If you want I will I’m there until the end of time Always a stranger in a crowd You want someone to blame The one who drives the rusted nail But who’s left will never care Pretending becomes a chore
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Down this hole I've lost control Crossing out the man that I've become I'm standing tall Stronger than I ever did before
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Can we be saved, has the damage all been done? A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine Save us from what we have become tonight Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right Its back breaks
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I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in
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I'm alone when the ending comes Take control of the nightmare This fate has become my own I fear I wont make, make it out, out in time I fear I wont make, make it out, out alive There is no quiet ending Ill be taking you with me Through blood and through
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What will become of me? I need you like I need satisfaction I heard through the grape vine that great love, it takes time Sex shapes the body, truth shapes the mind With a glass of cold stout or wine or something similar Salam in this, channeled through
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