it's coming round again
slowly creeping in
of time and its command
soon enough it comes
and settles in its place
its shadow in my face
puts pressure in my day
this life well it's slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nothing like i had planned
it's coming round again
the slowly creeping in
of time and its demand
it settles in its place
its shadow in my face
undignified and lame
this life well it's slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nohting like i had planned
control well it's slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nothing like i had planned
soon enough it comes
too tie us down
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