Sometimes I feel like time is running out on me
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As if my hands turn way too fast
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My mind is one step ahead of me
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And me I'm stuck in the past
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And it's about time I pick myself up
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And find a way out of this
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The sand is pouring through the hourglass
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To remind me of how precious time is
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Cause all I ever do
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Is dream, dream, dream
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What am I supposed to do
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All I ever do
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That's how I make it thru
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And everyday is a wish
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For another day to come
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I know it's wrong but it seems
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That life has got me under it's thumb
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And it's about time I pick myself up
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It's a noble art, seizing the day
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But why, why is it, why is it so hard
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To let go, and break away
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I pull the shades
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I turn out the light
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I go to sleep
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And maybe tomorrow, when I wake up,
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I'll go out, And I'll do everything just right
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Dream, Dream, Dream
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Bombshell Rocks |