| One more day and it’s all the same.
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| Time is a poison and it’s coursing through my veins.
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| Got somewhere to be and I’ll be done if i know where.
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| The ink is broke and the well is dry.
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| There’s nothing wrong here that refuses to be set right.
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| I keep pushing forward but the scenery won’t change.
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| All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.
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| But time will find a way to run your patience thin.
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| Praying for some promise that this life can make,
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| with my youngest years at stake.
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| My sights are set on the open skies.
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| My better days are found to fall before my eyes.
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| Fool enough to overlook the beauty of a day.
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| Still I thirst for my next big thrill,
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| full of desire but I’m bankrupt of all will.
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| I can set my blame to many tunes that you can sing.
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| And you sing, «Oh,
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| don’tcha know,
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| don’tcha know,
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| don’tcha know.
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| Don’tcha ya know,
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| don’tcha ya know,
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| the skies made fun out of the bad and good
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| so don’t hold your breath at all-
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| slow your spin into a crawl.
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| All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.
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| But time will find a way to run your patience thin.
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| Praying for some promise that this life can make,
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| with my youngest years at stake.
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| Everything that I love could soon be stripped away
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| in all the time that it takes to blink your eye.
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| Everything I hold certain could be swiftly changed,
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| and every breath in my lungs could be the last one I take.
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| All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.
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| But time will find a way to run your patience thin.
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| Praying for some promise that this life can make,
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| with my youngest years at stake. |