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 作曲 : Punchline
One life is a timely gift.
Who knew it would make him sick,
Halfway, when he found his list of life long goals.
And now regret sinks in like feet
In mud, but not so deep,
And at forty with muddy teeth
The list is still clean.
And the piano plays without his fingers.
It's too late. He tears the list apart.

Paper piles up in stacks
At a desk he regrets is his habitat
In an empty house full of furniture
That he sits on nightly watching TV,
A pastime that seems to fit.
He's a master of time management.
At what point do we set aside the important things in your life?
The piano plays and he has nothing to do with it.
It's too late. He tears the list apart.

“Entertain us! Play 'Let It Be'!
Where were you last week when the curtain called you?
We're all restless and ready to sing.
So play anything that we know the words to!

And as the crowd starts to scream
He realized it was just a dream.