| How can we know how far,
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| The long way can be?
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| Looking from where we are,
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| It never seemed that long to me.
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| I’ve many miles behind me,
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| Maybe not so much ahead.
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| It seems I made good time,
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| With the directions I misread.
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| So I’m gonna spend my time,
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| Like it’s going out of style.
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| I’m moving the bottom line,
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| Farther than a country mile.
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| I still have hills to climb,
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| Before I hit that wall.
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| No matter how much time I buy,
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| I can never spend it all.
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| Funny thing, that time:
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| We’re always running out.
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| I’m always losing mine,
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| There’s not enough of it about.
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| An' though it’s always here,
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| It will always come and go.
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| The days become the years,
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| That’ll be gone before you know.
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| So I’m gonna spend my time,
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| Like it’s going out of style.
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| I’m moving the bottom line,
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| Better than a country mile.
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| I still have hills to climb,
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| Before I hit that wall.
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| I won’t go quietly into that dark night.
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| There’ll be no more burnin' daylight.
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| I’ll be living in,
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| Every moment that I’m in.
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| Oh, I'm gonna spend my time,
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| Like it’s going out of style.
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| I’ll only use what’s mine,
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| I’ve been savin' for a while.
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| I still have hills to climb,
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| Before I hit that wall.
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| No matter how much time I buy,
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| I can never spend it all.
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| No matter how much time we buy,
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| We can never spend it all.
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| I’m gonna spend my time.
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| I’m gonna spend my time. |