These Days

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    It's coming round again
    Slowly creeping hand
    Of time and its command
    Soon enough it comes
    And settles in its place
    Its shadow in my face
    Puts pressure in my day

    This life well it's slipping right through my hands
    These days turned out nothing like I had planned

    It's coming round again
    The slowly creeping hand
    Of time and its command
    It settles in its place
    Its shadow in my face
    Puts pressure in my day
    Soon enough it comes
    Here it is again
    Slowley creeping hand
    Time and it's command
    Soon enough it comes
    Settles in it's place
    It's shadow in my face
    Undignified and lame

    This life well it's slipping right through my hands
    These days turned out nothing like I had planned

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    Control well it's slipping right through my hands
    These days turned out nothing like I had planned

    Soon enough it comes
    Soon enogught it comes
    Too tie us down

    It's coming round again
    Slow...slowly creeping hand

    This life well it's slipping right through my hand
    These days turned out nothing like I had planned
    Control well it's slipping right through my hand
    These days turned out nothing like I had planned

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    Composition: Bernard Fanning, Jonathan Coghill, Ian David Haug, and Stuart Darren Middleton

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