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Oh, the years Time piling on top of time Minutes collecting seconds, seconds flying by Where I have been becomes where I am and who I've become still wonders why Easy things make for boring days My memory goes on like a horrible play Time is always ticking and it's your days that are for the taking and we all paint beautiful sets for the afterlife
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Ten til a scattered thought
Oh, the years Time piling on top of time Minutes collecting seconds, seconds flying by Where I have been becomes where I am and who I've become still wonders why Easy things make for boring days My memory goes on like a horrible play Time is always ticking and it's your days that are for the taking and we all paint beautiful sets for the afterlife
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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