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I see the sun and i see the calendar |
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The days go floating by so slowly in a blur |
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I read the numbers and i discard everyone |
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I burn my fingers on the pages of the sun |
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I'll tell you why tomorrow |
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Moonlight pulling all the water to the beaches |
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Soaking time into everything that it reaches |
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Turn it upside down and count the spilling sand |
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Seize the moment with a minute hand |
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I'll tell you why tomorrow |
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Men and animals are floating through the sky |
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Every month or so a new one passes by |
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Forming circles 'round the planets in the air |
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Find a newspaper and it is printed there |
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I'll tell you why tomorrow |
