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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 |
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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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So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking |
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Racing around to come up behind you again |
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The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older |
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Shorter of breath and one day closer to death |
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Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time |
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Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines |
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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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Home, home again |
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I like to be here when I can |
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And when I come home cold and tired |
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Its good to warm my bones beside the fire |
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Far away across the field |
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The tolling of the iron bell |
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Calls the faithful to their knees |
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To hear the softly spoken magic spells. |
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