>Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day >Fri

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>Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
>Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
>Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
>Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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>Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
>You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
>And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
>No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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>And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
>Racing around to come up behind you again
>The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
>Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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>Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
>Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
>Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
>The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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>Home, home again
>I like to be here when I can
>When I come home cold and tired
>It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
>Far away, across the field
>The tolling of the iron bell
>Calls the faithful to their knees
>To hear the softly spoken magic spell

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