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I'm staring at the setting of the sun |
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For I know my time with you is nearly gone |
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And my minutes, they're so precious, yes, each and every one |
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As I try to make the most of what is least. |
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I've a weary kind of feeling in my mind, |
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I'll try to look ahead and not behind. |
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And I know that you don't mean to be unkind |
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As I try to make the most of what is least. |
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The rain is dripping down my window pane |
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And if you came back to me, it wouldn't be the same. |
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I know the end is near and I'll try to battle on |
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As I try to make the most of what is least. |
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I'm staring at the setting of the sun |
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For I know my time with you is nearly gone |
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And my minutes, they're so precious, yes, each and every one |
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As I try to make the most of what is least. |
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Lonely nights down by the railroad track, |
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I see you going and never coming back. |
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I'll try, I'll try, I'll try to battle on |
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As I try to make the most of what is least. |
