You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today, And then one day you find ten years have got behind you, No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking, And racing around to come up behind you again, The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death...
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