| I say goodbye to my favorite time of day
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| Watch the sun drop and dusk fade
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| Another two dozen hours go by
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| And times going quicker at forty five
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| When I was young I wanted life to go fast
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| Always in a hurry to see what’s next
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| Maybe if I could slow time down
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| I might shake loose this reoccurring frown
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| Vacuum me in a deep freeze
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| Calling a truce with this ghost that I fought
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| And just chill with what I got
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| Breaking it down to see where I stand
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| It’s all pretty grand
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| Periodically I find myself pissed off
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| Though never quite sure about which I bug caught
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| Very few things in my life are bad
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| Some bad shit happens to that other half
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| Don’t want to appear that I ain’t grateful
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| It’s all gravy when you terminate the bull shit
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| Hurdles that come up running the track
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| Are best dealt with a calm state of attack
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| Rest assured so be understood
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| It’s all pretty good
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| Feet planted on my own holy land |