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Time is surely growing shorter |
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I work my fingers to the bone |
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Hours pass without resistance |
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Every day is here and gone |
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I keep battling the years |
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I fight for all the time I've wasted here |
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But I'm pulling back my forces |
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Because this battle can't be won |
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You might earn yourself a fortune |
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The finest diamonds you may choose |
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But oh never will you earn your days back |
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That is something you must lose |
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And you may hear the masses cheering |
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Spread your name from ear to ear |
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But no sound requites the years behind you |
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That is something you must lose |
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Oh, the days when I was younger |
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Every fear was out of sight |
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The future always seemed so distant |
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The future always seemed so bright |
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I keep pushing 'round the bend |
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I've no idea where this trail should end |
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I won't know when I've arrived |
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I'll keep on pushing till I die |
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I might earn myself a fortune |
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The finest diamonds I may choose |
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But oh, never will I earn my days back |
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That is something I must lose |
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I might hear the masses cheering |
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Spread my name from ear to ear |
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But no sound requites the years behind me |
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That is something I must lose |
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That is something I must lose |
