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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've said that I'm, 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 a hurry inside |
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Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa |
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Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa |
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And the guy above who I don't believe |
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And they're telling me that he can't hear me |
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Well I can't see any change in my routine |
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And the memories taking place in me |
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Feeling like a guitar string |
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And it sounds so, so... so out of tune |
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Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa |
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Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa-aaaa |
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The hands of time won't rough for me |
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And I've asked a thousand hundred times |
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And my mind won't do what my mouth is ordering |
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Well you've said that I'm, that I'm no too old |
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Then why am I feeling young |
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And the days won't ever ever ever pass |
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Laaaaa dirara ra riraaaaaaaa |
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Laaaaa dirara rariraaaa-aaaa... |
