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Ticking away 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 home town |
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. |
| [02:37.49] |
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. |
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You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. |
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And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. |
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No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. |
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking |
| [04:41.16] |
Racing around to come up behind you again. |
| [04:48.02] |
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, |
| [04:55.08] |
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. |
| [05:02.66] |
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. |
| [05:09.79] |
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines |
| [05:17.46] |
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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Home |
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Home again |
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I like to be here |
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When I can |
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When I come home |
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Cold and tired |
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It's good to warm my bones beside the fire |
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Across the field |
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Tolling on the iron bell |
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Calls the faithful to their knees |
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To hear the softly spoken magic spell |
