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Shorter of breath
and one day closer to death
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Every year is getting shorter
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Never seem to Fiind the time
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Plans that either come to naught
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Or half a page of scribbled lines
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Hanging on
in quiet desperation
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Is the English way
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The time is gone
The song is over
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Thought I'd something more to say
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Home, home again
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I like to be here when I can
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And when I come home
cold and tired
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It's good to warm my bones
beside the Fiire
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Far away across the fiield
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The tolling of the iron bell
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Calls the faithful to their knees