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(Chant) |
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As years drift by |
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and future dies. |
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1. He sits and he thinks |
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about all he's done in life, |
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I'm now an old man, |
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what have I been in life? |
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what did I do? |
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Had no end to aspire to. |
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2. His dreams as a boy |
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were of hope and intention |
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of making his mark |
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with his plans and invention, |
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where did they go, |
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how could he know how time goes. |
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In my day had to have |
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certain future, |
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but now you can do as you like, |
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all that I might have wanted, |
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seeking what you're after, |
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but not for me. |
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Everything comes to those who wait, |
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I thought everything may come to me |
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made my way only as I was able. |
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3. He knows there's no more he can do, |
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no romances, now bitten today |
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for they have all his chances, |
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all too late, no one waits |
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how time goes by. |
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Seeking what you're after, |
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but not for me |
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Have as my years drift by |
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never for me. |
