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I sit reflecting |
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I feel the end has begun |
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It seems my days now mirror the setting sun |
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So many places that |
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I have been |
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This ride that was long seems so short in terms of now and then |
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For all that has been |
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And all that is |
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All that's to be |
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Lord, I'm just killing time |
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And time's killing me |
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Dead man breathing, just taking up space |
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Calloused and weathered like the lines on one's face |
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Dead man breathing, my conscience is bare |
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The lining of my soul is torn yet |
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I no longer care |
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For all that has been |
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And all that is |
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All that's to be |
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Lord, I'm just killing time |
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And time's killing me |
