| I’m ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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| I’m fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
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| I’m kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
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| Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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| Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
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| You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
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| And then one day you find, ten years have got behind
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| You know one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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| And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
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| Racing around to come up behind you again
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| The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
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| I’m shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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| Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
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| Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
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| Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
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| The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
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| Home, home again
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| I like to be here when I can
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| When I come home cold and tired
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| It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
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| It’s good to warm my bones (x2)
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| It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
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| Hey (x4) |