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Talk of tomorrow |
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And you talk of the times that have been |
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The wheels keep on turning |
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Turning circles we go round again |
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Never ending the time is bending |
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These songs all the same |
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And we will stand listening |
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Looking back on the ones that remain |
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And time hurries on |
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We are here, we are gone |
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And time passes on |
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All the words of your song |
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Turn the pages |
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Nothing ages |
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That's what you will see |
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Turn the pages |
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Ring of changes |
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Is what it will be |
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The sun when it's rising |
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Paints a shadow on where it has been |
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And night is surprising |
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To the people who stand in between |
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Filling spaces you see their face |
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As they wake from their dream |
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And we will stand looking |
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Taking note of the things we have seen |
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And time hurries on |
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We are here, we are gone |
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And time passes on |
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All the words of your song |
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Turn the pages |
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Nothing ages |
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That's what you will see |
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Turn the pages |
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Ring of changes |
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Is what it will be |