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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you 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
Tired of lying in the sunshine
staying home to watch the rain
You are young, the 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
And you run and run to catch up the sun,
but it´s sinking and racing around
to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in the relative way , but you´re older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
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.
Pink
Floyd.
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Pink Floyd.
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