| If I were young again, I’d pay attention — To that
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| Little-known dimension
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| A taste of endless time
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| It’s just like water — it runs right through our fingers
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| But the flavor of it lingers — Like a rich, red wine
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| In those days we were single — we lived them one by one
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| Now we hardly see ‘em — they don’t walk — they run
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| But I’ve got plenty left I’ve set my sight on
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| Don’t wait up — Leave the light on — I’ll be — home —
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| Soon
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| Short break
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| I’ve never seen my life in such a hurry — But if I
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| Stop to worry — I get left behind
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| It’s just a party, but you don’t get invitations — and
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| There’s just one destination
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| You better be on time
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| For years we rhymed in couplets — And we sang ‘em two by two
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| Now we hardly rhyme at all — but here’s a few
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| And if they hurt, there’s bullets left to bite on
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| Don’t wait up — Leave the light on — I’ll be — home —
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| Soon
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| Short break
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| That drummer in my head needs inspiration
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| There’s a lack of syncopation — and it holds me to a line
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| It’s just so hard to leave these cages that we’re thinking
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| By stages we’re just sinkin' - to a slow decline
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| For years we lived in waltz time — we danced them
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| Three by three
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| Now it’s hard to dance, but if you stick with me —
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| We’ve got what we need to spend the night on —
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| Don’t wait up — Leave the light on — I’ll be — home —
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| Soon
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| Break
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| These races that we’ve run were not for glory — No
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| Moral to this story —
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| We run for peace of mind
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| But the race we’re running now is never-ending — space and time are bending
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| And there’s no finish line —
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| I will live to be a hundred — I was born in '44 — 33 to go, but I ain’t keepin'
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| score —
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| I’ve been left for dead before — but I still fight on -Don't wait up — Leave
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| the light on
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| I’ll be home soon
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| 'Cause I been left for dead before — but I still fight on —
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| Don’t wait up — Leave the light on
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| I’ll be home soon |