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Oh the hands of time won't stop for me |
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And I've asked a thousand hundred times |
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And my mouth won't do what my mind is ordering |
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Well you said that I'm |
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that I'm still quite young |
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Then why am I feeling old? |
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And the days are passing by with hurry inside |
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La lalala la la la... |
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La lalala la la la... |
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And the god of all in who I don't believe |
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And they're telling me that he can hear me |
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Well I can't see any change in my rutine |
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And the memories taking place in me |
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Feeling like a guitar string |
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When it sounds so out of tune |
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La lalala la la la... |
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Oh the hands of time won't stop for me |
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And I've asked a thousand hundred times |
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And my mouth won't do what my mind is ordering! |
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Well you said that I'm |
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that I'm now to old |
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Then why am I feeling young? |
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And the days won't ever ever ever pass! |
