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How can we know how far |
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The long way can be |
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Looking from where we are |
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It never seemed that long to me |
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I've many miles behind me |
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Maybe not so much ahead |
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Seems I made good time |
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With the directions |
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I misreadI'm gonna spend my time |
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Like it's going out of style |
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I'm moving the bottom line |
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Farther than a country mile |
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I still have hills to climb |
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Before I hit that wall |
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No matter how much time |
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I buyI can never spend it all |
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Funny thing that time |
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We're always running out |
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I'm always losing mine |
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There's not enough of it about |
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And though it's always here |
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It will always come and go |
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The days become the years |
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That'll be gone before you know |
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So I'm gonna spend my time |
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Like it's going out of style |
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I'm moving the bottom line |
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Better than a country mile |
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I still have hills to climb |
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Before I hit that wall |
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I won't go quietly into that dark night |
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There'll be no more burning daylight |
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I'll be living in |
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Every moment that |
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I'm inI'm gonna spend my time |
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Like it's going out of style |
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I'll only use what's mine |
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I've been saving for a while |
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I still have hills to climb |
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Before I hit that wall |
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No matter how much time |
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I buyI can never spend it all |
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No matter how much time we buy |
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We can never spend it all |