| Station to station my life needs improvement
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| It may be corrected — things have been done
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| All that I ever wanted — you’ll find it in the replay
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| Or so they say
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| Time lost forever — the seconds keep running
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| Just like the sand in the hour-glass
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| All the faces I ever knew have to die someday
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| They fade away
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| Life is a distance
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| And I walk it half way back
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| Sooner or later
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| My thoughts drifting backwards
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| The future is catching up
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| And I didn’t notice anyway
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| Just turn the glass — see the past taking over
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| People you knew stand right next to you
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| Your whole life seem to pass your eyes
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| Distant memories and I realise that…
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| Life is a distance
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| And I walk it half way back
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| Sooner or later
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| My thoughts drifting backwards
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| The future is catching up
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| And I didn’t notice anyway
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| So how can I say
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| That anything we ever had was something
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| Words we spoke meant something
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| I really miss the days gone by
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| Although I hardly can remember
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| Things we had meant something
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| Words we spoke meant something
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| I really miss the days gone by
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| Although I hardly can remember
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| Life is a distance
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| And I walk it half way back
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| Sooner or later
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| My thoughts drifting backwards
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| The future is catching up
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| And I didn’t notice anyway |