| Father time, I’m running late
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| I’m winding down, I’m growing tired
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| Seconds drift into the night
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| The clock just ticks till my time expires
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| You were once my friend
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| Now I know I can’t tie your hands
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| The days I saved I couldn’t spend
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| They fell like sand through the hourglass
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| No time to lose, no time to choose
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| Time taking time, it’s taken mine
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| Scenes of my life seem so unkind
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| Time chasing time, creeps up behind
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| I can’t run forever, and time waits for no one
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| Not even me I heard somebody fixed today
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| There was no last goodbyes to say
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| His will to live ran out
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| I heard somebody turned to dust
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| Looking back at what he left
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| A list of plans and photographs
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| Songs that never will be sung
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| These are the thinge he won’t get done
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use the man
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| I’ve seen them crawl from the cradle to the gutter on their hands
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| They fight a war but it’s fatal, it’s so hard to understand
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use that man
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| Just one shot to say goodbye
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| One last taste to mourn and cry
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| Scores and shoots, the lights go dim
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| Just one shot to do him in He hangs his head and wonders why
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| Why the monkey only lies
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| But pay the pauper, he did choose
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| He hung his head inside the noose
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle, seen the needle use that man
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| I’ve seen them crawl from the cradle to the coffin on their hands
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| They fight a war but it’s fatal, it’s so hard to understand
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| I’ve seen the man use the needle, seen the needle in his hand
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| Cryptic writing on the wall, the beginning of the end
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| I’ve seen myself use the needle, seen the needle in my hand |