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Isn't that strange, how one day follows another |
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Like rain drops on your panes, |
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Running out of time and running out of breath, |
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You drop your dreams one after the other |
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And there's no time to take it in, no no time to take it out, |
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It's one breath right after another, |
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And you lose your faith as you use yourself |
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Cause the days go by, faster and faster. |
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So Driver, stop that bus, I'm off at the next stop, |
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I need to take some time to lay it all down, |
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Hey Driver, I'm gettin' off, no I can't win the race, |
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I'll just walk myself to that place where we all end up. |
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Isn't that strange how we can't keep up with the days, |
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And how one face replaces another, |
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And the names they change, and the stories they end, |
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But it's the same words lover after lover |
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And there's no time to remember, no no time to forget, |
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It's one step right after another, |
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And you lose your cool as you lose your pride, |
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Cause your days, yeah, they're getting shorter |
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So Driver, stop that bus, I'm off at the next stop, |
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I need to take some time to lay it all down, |
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Hey Driver, I'm getting' off, yeah at the next stop |
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I'll just walk myself to that place where we all end up. |
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Running out of future, and heavy with the past, |
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We drag ourselves, grab on to another.. |
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So Driver, stop that bus, I'm off at the next stop, |
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And I need to take some time to lay it all down, |
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Hey Driver, I'm getting' off, yeah at the next stop |
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I'll just walk myself to that place where we all end up. |
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One day after the other |
