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As time begins to burn itself upon me |
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And the days are growing very short |
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People try their hardest to reject me |
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But in a way, their conscience won't be caught |
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Something's happen to me day by day |
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My pebble on the beach is getting washed away |
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Given everything that was mine to give |
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Now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live |
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So often, |
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I have seen that big wheel of fortune |
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Spinning for the man, who holds the ace |
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There's many that would change their places for him |
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But none of them have ever seen his lonely face |
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Something is happening to me day by day |
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My pebble on the beach is getting washed away |
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Given everything that was mine to give |
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And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live |
