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Once you were a young man, |
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But now you are old - you're over the hill. |
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And you can't cross the palm of time's hand |
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With silver and gold to make him stand still. |
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Who could have possibly thought |
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It would go so fast, but it certainly did. |
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And now you find yourself caught |
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With less future than past - you're no longer a kid. |
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Once, as a boy, time weighed heavy on your hands - |
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You couldn't wait to be a man. |
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Now you cry - oh, it's so hard to laugh, |
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And you can't understand why you can't turn time around. |
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Your hourglass once had a top half |
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That was filled full of sand, but it's all trickled down. |