| Like ghosts on open windows
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| The curtains rise and fall
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| The past is a foreign country
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| At the dark end of the hall
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| And the morning is an offering
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| To the shelter of the day
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| But the violent come and they bury it away
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| Time goes by at the speed of life
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| Slower than a slow dance on a hot summer night
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| Faster than the skin breaks on the edge of a knife
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| And we just go on at the speed of life
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| Like questions begging answers
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| The stars appear at night
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| What’s it mean to love somebody
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| What’s it mean to be alive
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| I heard a little girl laughing
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| At her first sight of snow
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| Saw an old man dying
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| In a room he didn’t know
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| While the world turns through the ages
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| It’s a most peculiar ride
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| Holding on to one another
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| Moving at the speed of life
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| We just go on at the speed of life
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| A family on the midway in the carnival lights
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| Moving in a circle through the sounds and the sights
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| And it all goes by at the speed of life
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| Time goes by at the speed of life
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| Slower than a slow dance on a hot summer night
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| Faster than the skin breaks, baby
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| On the edge of a knife
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| And we just go on and on at the speed of life
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| Moving at the speed of life
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| Speed of life
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| On and on and on and on
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| On and on and on and on |