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Ticking away, |
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The moments that make up a dull day |
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You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way |
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown |
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way |
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Tired of lying in the sunshine, |
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Staying home to watch the rain |
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You are young and life is long, |
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And there is time to kill today |
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And then one day you find, |
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Ten years have got behind you |
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No one told you when to run, |
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You missed the starting gun |
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, |
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But it's sinking |
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And racing around to come up behind you again |
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The sun is the same in a relative way, |
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But you're older |
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Shorter of breath and one day closer to death |
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Every year is getting shorter, |
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Never seem to find the time |
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Plans that either come to naught |
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Or half a page of scribbled lines |
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Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way |
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The time is gone, the song is over, |
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Thought I'd something more to say |
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