| I overheard you say you’d do it all tomorrow
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| To one that did not know and really could not care
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| Impressions you would try to make just for impressions sake
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| It’s not too hard to do when no-one is aware
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| And the sand in the hourglass slowly slipped away
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| I saw the ease in which you shelved all your plans
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| For yet another day
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| Sayers and doers, easy option choosers
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| When the going gets rough your poor excuses are not enough
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| When you first said that you would be a part of what I had
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| I couldn’t help but keep a little faith aside
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| You always knew that I would take the plans and see them through
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| And sure enough the day arrived when you denied
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| And the sand in the hourglass slowly slipped away
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| I saw the ease in which you shelved all your plans
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| For yet another day
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| Sayers and doers, easy option choosers
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| When the going gets rough your poor excuses are not enough
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| You tell me secrets, you tell me lies
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| Then you betray me, before my very eyes
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| It’s no surprise
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| I caught you saying that you’d do it all tomorrow
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| But everybody knows tomorrow never comes
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| You thought no-one would see the change in your identity
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| Your shadow cast and disappeared with the setting sun
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| So the sand in the hourglass slowly slipped away
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| I had no choice, i had to shelve all my plans for yet another day
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| Someday
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| Sayers and doers, easy option choosers
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| When the going gets rough your poor excuses are not enough |