| Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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| Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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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| So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
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| 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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| 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,
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| Thought I'd something more to say.
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| Home
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| Home again
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| I like to be here
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| When I can
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| When I come home
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| Cold and tired
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| It's good to warm my bones
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| Beside the fire
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| Far away
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| Across the field
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| Tolling on the iron bell
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| Calls the faithful to their knees
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| To hear the softly spoken magic spell |