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Youth liar for centuries,

Like time doesn't move, nothing is clear.

What you think you know is just too little,

And you say you know,

With only sixteen minutes on your clock.

Sixteen like the day when the fire in a heart started.

They found that it would be magic.

The number sixteen, like pure, still to see a lot.

And you are master of many in your mind.

Many in your mind

In your mind.

A body grows like as if food pushes you up,

Or side ways, which ever way you choose.

In your mind when you have taken over.

But can you face them sober.

You always bring yourself down, without noticing.

Not very clear is your view

Sixteen like the day when the fire in a heart started.

They found that it would be magic.

The number sixteen, like pure, still to see a lot.

And you are master of many in your mind.

Many in your mind

In your mind.

It was fire that made you hot.

What was in your heart, when life was open.

Now it burns out like any flame.

You look a mess, with only sixteen minutes on the clock.

With only sixteen minutes.