Without warning, time gets away from us. Years turn into decades. Decades turn into photo albums. Until eventually, memories fade.
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And one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun...
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way. The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.
lyrics by Roger Waters
