Look around there's no time
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to waste
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life goes on nothing's
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gonna change
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Feel the winds of
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life blowing cold
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it won't take so long you are
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growing old
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there is no answer to be found
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it is so easy to
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fall without a sound
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Days of loving and gold
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kept me from feeling so old
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times I'll always recall
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when the night meets the day
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Gates of heaven I saw
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while flying through
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the misty dawn
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those days I'll always recall
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when the night meets the day
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<Interlude>
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I don't wanna let you
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out of my sight
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but here I'm lost
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and alone in the night
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<Interlude>
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Days of loving and gold
|
kept me from feeling so old
|
times I'll always recall
|
when the night meets the day
|
Gates of heaven I saw
|
while flying through
|
the misty dawn
|
those days I'll always recall
|
when the night meets the day
|
Days of loving and gold
|
kept me from feeling so old
|
times I'll always recall
|
when the night meets the day
|
Gates of heaven I saw
|
while flying through
|
the misty dawn
|
those days I'll always recall
|
when the night meets the day
|
cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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When the Night Meets the Day
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| Stratovarius |
