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The time is slipping and running away |
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All the hours in procession |
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Lining up day by day |
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What you thought you could never hold in your hand |
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You find now as simple as a grain of sand |
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You have got to wake up, now |
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You have got to shake the dust from your eyes |
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And narrow down the space between |
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Your desires and your deeds |
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The time is rolling and stretching along |
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And the past is singing and calling your name |
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Tomorrow's overtaken by yesterday |
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And what's left is exceeded by what's already been |
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You have got to wake up, now |
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You have got to find your own voice |
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And narrow down the space between |
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What you have and what you need |
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Stand in the light |
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And feel the wind on your face |
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Stretch out your arms |
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And you will rise up into the air |
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You have got to wake up, now |
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You have got to find realise |
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That no matter what is said |
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You have the right to be |