| Outside, the world’s passing by
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| I see with my open eyes
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| So much so much to see
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| But where am I going with my life
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| You know I get up (my eyes are burning)
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| I get up (my mind starts turning)
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| I feel the need (need to move on)
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| Yes I feel the need (need to move)
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| And I feel the passing time
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| A river that runs, reckless and blind, so blind
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| Time
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| Pounding away, it’s time for a change, yes a change
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| Outside, a slow motion world
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| Inside I’m burning up
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| Tell me that nothing will change
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| And I’ll tell you that’s not enough
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| You gotta give me more (fire's burning)
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| I want more (tide is turning)
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| I feel the heat (need to move on)
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| Yes I feel the need (need to move)
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| I feel the hands of time
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| A slow burning rain, relentless and blind, so blind
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| Time
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| Pounding away, it’s time for a change, yes a change
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| Sand slipping through an old hourglass
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| (Time) — (Like innocence passing)
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| Reckless and blind, keeps marching on
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| (Time)-(Between us)-(So blind)
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| On and on
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| (Changing)-(Time)
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| Prisoners of misplaced doubt and some with misplaced pride
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| A window shows them the world and a mirror shows me my life
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| Gotta give me more (fire's burning)
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| Give me more (tide is turning)
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| Feel the need (need to move on)
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| Yes I feel the need (need to move)
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| I feel the hands of time
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| A slow burning rain, relentless and blind, so blind
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| Time
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| A river that runs, it keeps rushing on, on and on
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| Time
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| Pounding away, it’s time for a change, yes a change |