| As the summer extends itself to the winter days
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| The colors begin to fade away
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| And the sun goes down too soon
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| An old man walks down the road and he stops to look
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| At his reflection from the window of a car
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| By light of moon
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| He says, «I'm just burning time, let myself unwind
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| 'Til my life comes undone»
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| If you’re lookin' for losses to win
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| You’ve already won
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| Pretty, perfect houses all lined up and stripped away
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| Of any words that they had to say
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| Of anything that is true
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| She put a sign out on her lawn
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| That said that she’s speakin' up
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| But that goddamn schedule just won’t let up
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| And bills, they don’t bend or even move
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| She says, «I'm just burning time, let myself unwind
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| 'Til my heart comes undone»
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| If you’re lookin' for losses to win
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| You’ve already won
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| She says, «I'm just burning time, let myself unwind
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| 'Til my heart comes undone»
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| If you’re lookin' for losses to win
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| You’ve already won |