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Oh, and time picks up againThe children run from now and thenThe stained glass hurricanes of supermonium eyesIt don't mean a thingThe lives we live have turned so sourand toppled all our tallest towers The feathers knock Our minds have rocked the lives we liveAnd just left to rotOh, when time picks up againThe children run from now and then The stained glass hurricanes of pandemonium eyesIt don't mean a thingThe lives we live have turned so sourAnd toppled all our tallest towersThe stained glass hurricanes of pandemonium eyesIt don't mean a thing From Letras Mania