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this life, well its slippin right through me hands
these days, turned out nothign like i had planned
its coming around again
a slowly creaping hand
the time and its command
it settles in its place
shadow in my face
its a pressure in my day
soon enough it comes
here it is again
slowly creaping hand
time and its command
soon enough it comes
settle sin its place
shadow in my face
undignified it may
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bridge
control well its slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nothing like i had planned
soon enough it comes
soon enough it comes to tie us down
its coming round again......
slow, slowly creeping hand
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