Mister Time, will you ever rewind? time lasts forever, no one outlasts time Now you ,too, slip through my hand like the sands Time, it seems, will fade away and drift into the end of day little bit of this whole lotta that So put on your suit, put on a hat Anxious feeling of time is right with the wind comes the thieves of the night well, week turns to month month to ten years to hear the tale of time just lend an ear a tale of wasted days, and wasted years. A tale of insanity, and its fears, confusion, and bordom.
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