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43 lines
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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Tired of lying in the sunshine
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Staying home to watch the rain
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And you are young and life is long
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And there is time to kill today
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And then one day you find
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Ten years have got behind you
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No one told you when to run
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You missed the starting gun
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And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun
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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
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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
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Never seem to find the time
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Plans that either come to naught
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Or half a page of scribbled lines
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Hanging on in quiet desperation
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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, home again
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I like to be here when I can
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When I come home cold and tired
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It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
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Far away, across the field
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The tolling of the iron bell
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Calls the faithful to their knees
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To hear the softly spoken magic spells |