| Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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| You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
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| 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 you
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| No 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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| And 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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| And 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 |