| The days slip through my fingers,
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| as I traced the hands around the clock
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| and I tried, and I tried
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| but I couldnt make them stop
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| No matter where we came from
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| no matter where were heading for
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| where all ruled by the same song
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| we cant make the earth stand still
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| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| to make statues of ourselves
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| The days slip through my fingers
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| as the world danced around me
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| we can’t hide, we can’t hide
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| were loosing count of every star that shoots by
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| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| to make statues of ourselves
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| Look away, look away
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| from the clock tower
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| its ticking away now
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| Look away, look away
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| from the clock tower
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| its ticking away now
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| Look away, look away
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| from the clock tower
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| its ticking away now |
| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| So tell me why are we waiting all year for the summer
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| waiting for our lives to be over
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| no, oh, oh, oh
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| we don’t have the time
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| to make statues of ourselves |