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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 |
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Staying home to watch the rain |
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And you are young and life is long |
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And there is time to kill today |
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And then one day you find |
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Ten years have got behind you |
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No one told you when to run |
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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 |
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And racing around to come up behind you again |
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And 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 |
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Never seem to find the time |
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Plans that either come to nought |
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Or half a page of scribbled lines |
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Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way |
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The time is gone |
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The song is over |
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Thought I'd something more to say |
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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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It's 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 spell |