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You can look over your shoulder as those seconds run up and the minutes overtake,then you wake and you're older, I told her, this is the way of it. Time who would lay with it of their own will, it's never free someone, sometime is always there with the bill. You will pay and every time you disobey it,the rewind will replay it and remind you that the seconds are mounting the minutes, to be set into the hours that run rings around your eyes. Despise it surprise it but you better realise it, time always wins in the end.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
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You can look over your shoulder as those seconds run up and the minutes overtake,then you wake and you're older, I told her, this is the way of it. Time who would lay with it of their own will, it's never free someone, sometime is always there with the bill. You will pay and every time you disobey it,the rewind will replay it and remind you that the seconds are mounting the minutes, to be set into the hours that run rings around your eyes. Despise it surprise it but you better realise it, time always wins in the end.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
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