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Time is a thief and timelines invisible |
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Embedded them years in the texture of skin |
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Slide down the timeline of youth and sobriety |
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Passing the filters of acceptance and charm |
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All of a sudden you're rocking he cradle |
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Born out of love for the memory spin |
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One hand the rattle, the other a hammer |
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Racing with time is where you can't win |
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You can't fight time and you can't just shine on |
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Like in big bold American style |
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There is no facelift to cover the scars |
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So just sit back and enjoy for a while |
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My generation is fresh out of school |
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My generation is close to the rim |
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Shuffle the options of life's complications |
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Scrambling the landmarks, still wearing it thin |
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Trading your freedom for a lifetime achievement |
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Sign up for life on a path that grow dim |
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Chained to the customs and daily routines |
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Things will be different, but God knows when |
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You can't fight time and you can't just shine on |
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Like in big bold American style |
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There is no facelift to cover the scars |
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So just sit back and enjoy for a while |
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The ticking of time is non reversible |
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So sit back my friend, enjoy the ride |
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All of a sudden you're rocking he cradle |
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Born out of love for the memory spin |
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One hand the rattle, the other a hammer |
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You know racing with time is where you can't win |
