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The passage of time |
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Is flicking dimly up on the screen |
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I can't see the lines |
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I used to think I could read between |
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Perhaps my brains have turned to sand |
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Oh me oh my |
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I think it's been an eternity |
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You'd be surprised |
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At my degree of uncertainty |
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How can moments go so slow? |
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Several times |
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I've seen the evening slide away |
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Watching the signs |
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Taking over from the fading day |
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Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled |
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Several times |
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(Who would believe what a poor set of eyes can show you?) |
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I've seen the evening slide away |
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Watching the signs |
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(Who would believe what an innocent voice could do?) |
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Taking over from the fading day |
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Changing water into wine |
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(Never a silence always a face at the door) |
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Several times |
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(Who would believe what a poor set of ears can tell you?) |
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I've seen the evening slide away |
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Watching the signs |
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(Who would believe what a weak pair of hands can do?) |
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Taking over from the fading day |
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Putting the grapes back on the vine |
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(Never a silence always a foot in the door) |
