| The days and weeks just pass me by
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| And just like you I let them fly
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| Time’s growing tired, I’m growing old
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| Time’s passing by, or so I’m told
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| Those days when you are feeling low
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
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| Nights without love, no-one to hold
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| Time’s passing by, or so I’m told
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| But if someone would take my hand
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| Perhaps they’d make me understand
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| Someone would come like in a dream
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| To show me what I’ve never seen
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| To teach what I’ve never known
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| And tell me what a day can mean
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| But no-one comes to change the scene
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| My body’s tired, I’m feeling cold
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| The nights grow long, the day is old
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| Time’s passing by, or so I’m told |