| The hours can’t help but run
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| I’ve counted one too many suns
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| With a hardened stare
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| The sea is rising under the ground
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| And the missing time is lost
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| Forgotten in the crowd
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough
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| I listened too far behind
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| Lay covered up one too many times
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| Still we’re halfway there
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| From the re-alignment, thunder and cloud
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| From us realising it stops
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| And we won’t know when or how
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough
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| One life, smothering the whispers and sounds
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| Waiting as the hand comes back around
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| So seek while you can and run it down
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| Or the time is lost, forgotten in the crowd
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| Or the missing time will be lost
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| And like me you won’t know how
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough
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| Chasing dials, it ain’t ever enough
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| No no no it ain’t ever enough |