| Ten years gone by feels frightful
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| Now I fear my best days are behind me
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| Wracked with regret and life’s restless pains
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| So you may wonder, when you grew so old
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| And so now you wonder, when you grew so old
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| And now you wander, in uncertain cold
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| But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to
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| What should I hold to, a thread?
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| And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center
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| And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time
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| Twenty years gone by feels fleeting
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| Made of the smoke and the bile
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| Of a thousand hopes since past
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| Now I fear my best days are behind me
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| And I lose sleep counting the stars
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| Now I wish upon them all
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| Yet one by one they fall
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| We beg for forgiveness
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| Yet inherit madness
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| We beg for forgiveness
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| Yet inherit madness
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| But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to
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| What should I hold to, a thread?
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| And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center
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| And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time
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| But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to
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| What should I hold to, a thread?
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| And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center
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| And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time |