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You're hanging out until the act went overboardRunning your fingers down the glass and when it's empty,Fill it upLetting secrets go, but you won't know until it's overSpinning straw from gold and this is how the beauty endsOnly time will tell if this will pass and what will we doYou're not supposed to use two hands to bend a spoonAnother year, day, hour suspended in the pastWhen all the myths are sifted through, will we have something left?You're beating back emotion that betrays the want to let goSpreading out the pictures on the floor to find a way backLetting secrets go, but you won't know until it's overDug in deep enough and this is where the beauty endsOnly time will tell if this will pass and what will we doYou're not supposed to use two hands to bend a spoonAnother year, day, hour suspended in the pastWhen all the myths are sifted through, will we have something left?Only time will tell if this will pass and what will we doYou're not supposed to use two hands to bend a spoonAnother year, day, hour suspended in the pastWhen all the myths are sifted through, will we have something left?There's so much air between the expectation and the truth... From Letras Mania