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Sand in the glass Always falling down so fast That you can't even stop for breath As your life passes by Will you show me How to get to A place out of reach Of the Hands of Time Soon as night turns to day It turns to night Yesterday moving out of sight In the blink of an eye Time is slipping Through your fingers And it won't wait for you to Catch up to the moment just past So I dream of a place Where the bells will not sound anymore And the clocks will stop ticking There is no rush Just relax a while And look back on the things you've done It's a race To the finish of the course And you're riding the fastest horse She can't stop for you now Will you show me How to get to A place out of reach Of the Hands of Time |
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