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[blkrabbitofinle]

Your tears they tell me,
There's really no way,
Of ending your troubles,
With things you can say.

And time will tell you,
To stay by my side,
To keep on trying,
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be,
What you really don't want to be.
Leave the ways that are making you love,
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me,
You're a rare rare find,
A troubled cure,
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me,
Not to ask for more,
For some day our ocean,
Will find its shore.