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[00:13.35]The biding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to roll.
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[00:21.92]Two hours later, back in my neighborhood where everything just stalled.
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[00:30.55]It still looks the same.
[00:32.18]They remembered my name, steppin' in for a cup full.
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[00:38.94]There's a big city man, I used to rumble with him back in high school.
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[00:47.59]The slow cruel hands of time.
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[00:56.33]Turn you into molten lava, ohhh my
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[01:04.68]A place on the rise you can stop for awhile,
[01:08.49]look-out for the police man.
[01:11.03]
[01:13.21]There's no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them's vacant.
[01:19.15]
[01:21.74]It's taking all day. The packs feeling heavy and soon the night.
[01:28.18]
[01:29.90]Backwards down the mountain, the axle is grinding, pull into the wrong drive.
[01:36.11]
[01:38.11]The sky is in the yard.
[01:41.76]
[01:46.36]The stringy cotton candy is the fall.
[01:51.08]
[01:54.61]The slow climb, the hard the fall. Sometimes I don't want it at all.
[02:08.69]
[02:10.78]I've done this so long, its something I oughta know. Sooooooo long.
[02:24.34]
[02:39.75]Finally up on the pieces disrupting and the birds fly.
[02:45.09]
[02:47.84]Trapped for a moment, the sheriffs department got the wrong guy.
[02:54.08]
[02:55.85]The towns reveal the law.
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[03:03.95]Visible wind through the fall
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[03:11.81]The slow cruel hands of time.
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[03:20.02]Turning you back into a child.