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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 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
And you run and
you run to catch up with 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
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And
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 spells
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