| By the sunlight on my window
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| Waking me each day
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| By the shadows of my dreaming
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| Fading far away
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| I can see
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| Yes, I can see
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| That the old man who’s the keeper of time
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| Is blinking and a-hiding
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| He keeps falling far behind the hour
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| When the mastery of tomorrow
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| Seems to leave no clue
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| When the answers are abandoned
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| And long overdue
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| Can you see?
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| Can you see?
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| That the old man who’s the keeper of time
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| Is blinking and a-hiding
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| He keeps falling far behind the hour
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| When the years all fall together
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| In a big parade
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| And the times of yesterday
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| Are lost in masquerade
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| Then you see
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| Then you see
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| That the old man who’s the keeper of time
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| Is blinking and a-hiding
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| He keeps falling far behind the hour
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| By the sunlight on my window
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| By the mastery of tomorrow
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| I can see
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| Yes, I can see
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| That the old man who’s the keeper of time
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| He’s blinking and a-hiding
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| He keeps falling far behind the hour |