| A pretty little memory fades away
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| Nobody ever takes notice
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| Grandfather clocks and
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| The wrist watch will
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| Never be on your side
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| I’m sure I’ve killed more
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| Than my share of them
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| And still the moments take away
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| If I could go back in time
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| What would I change of mine?
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| Is there any such thing
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| As a waste of time
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| Time’s the one wasting us
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| Another moment that you
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| Feel the need to keep
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| Will surely be swept away
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| They say that it will
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| Heal the wounds
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| And isn’t it a wound itself?
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| If I could go back in time
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| What would I change of mine?
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| I wasted way too much of it
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| Just wishing I could go back in it
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| It takes time to figure out
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| Why I’m always running out
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| Left on your own
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| You count the moments
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| Time, it flies
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| It comes and goes, takes forever
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| Shooting years, it disappears
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| If I could go back in time
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| What would I change of mine?
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| I wasted way too much of it
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| Just wishing I’d go back in it
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| It takes time to figure out
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| It takes time to figure out
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| It takes time to figure out
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| Why I’m always running out |