| Time it moves too slowly
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| Life’s too short for such a pace
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| I have conquered my days
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| Outlived my meagre years
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| Every nightly hour I lay low and hide
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| The window opens wide
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| This glowing screen, these worlds unseen
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| They are my private time machine
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| On every page a key to my cage
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| While the centuries are walking past
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| The first and last alive
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| Cast aside to watch the world go by
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| Some stories just were made to last
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| Across the seams of time
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| I sleep to keep my dream alive
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| Time and place are only passages I cross at will
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| Ages pass, I’m here still older than I seem to be
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| Every nightly hour, I am on my way
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| To escape the present day
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| The future dreams, the histories
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| I craft my own realities
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| On every page a key to my cage
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| While the centuries are walking past
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| The first and last alive
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| Cast aside to watch the world go by
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| Some stories just were made to last
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| Across the seams of time
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| I sleep to keep my dream alive
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| While the centuries are walking past
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| The first and last alive
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| Cast aside to watch the world go by
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| Some stories just were made to last
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| Across the seams of time
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| I sleep to keep my dream alive
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| While the centuries are walking, oh…
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| Some stories made to last
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| While the centuries are walking, oh…
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| I sleep to keep my dream alive |