| I’m staring at the setting of the sun
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| For I know my time with you is nearly gone
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| And my minutes, they’re so precious, yes, each and every one
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| As I try to make the most of what is least
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| I’ve a weary kind of feeling in my mind
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| I’ll try to look ahead and not behind
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| And I know that you don’t mean to be unkind
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| As I try to make the most of what is least
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| The rain is dripping down my window pane
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| And if you came back to me, it wouldn’t be the same
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| I know the end is near and I’ll try to battle on
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| As I try to make the most of what is least
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| I’m staring at the setting of the sun
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| For I know my time with you is nearly gone
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| And my minutes, they’re so precious, yes, each and every one
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| As I try to make the most of what is least
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| Lonely nights down by the railroad track
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| I see you going and never coming back
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| I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try to battle on
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| As I try to make the most of what is least |