it goes on, this life of mine, whether I pursue it or not...
funny how that works like a tick out of time with the clock
I don't have a special way to say this but I see grains of sand
in my dreams sifting their way down like an emptying sack
and that's my life I think... that's what it all comes down to you see
Is that fair of me to hold myself to a
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