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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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Dmaj7 Amaj7
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Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
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Dmaj7 Amaj7
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You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
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Dmaj7 C#maj7
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And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
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Bm7 E
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No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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[Guitar Solo]
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
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Racing around to come up behind you again
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The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
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Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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Dmaj7 Amaj7
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
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Dmaj7 Amaj7
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Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
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Dmaj7 C#maj7
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Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
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Bm Bm7 F/B
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The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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Home, home again
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I like to be here when I can
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And when I come home cold and tired
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It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
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Far away, across the field [ C ]
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The tolling of the iron bell [ Bm ]
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Calls the faithful to their knees [ F ]
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To hear the softly spoken magic spell [ G - D7#9 - D7-9]
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