Stop now the speeding clock on Sunday
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'Cause I don't wanna go another week again
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I hang on to everything you left me
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'Cause I can't go back
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When the days go by
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I'm making lists
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I should be sleeping
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I write down
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All my favourites things
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About You
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I hate the way
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That I've been feeling
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'Cause I can't go back
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When the days go by
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[Chorus:]
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I've given up trying to forget
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And I've given in
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I know I've made my bed
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I wanna tell you
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Everything I never said
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And use this time
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Like the last day of our lives
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I'm a mess when I hear about you
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Caught in a maze
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Like an arcade game
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Are you getting what you need to
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Do you feel the same
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Do you feel the same
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[Chorus]
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Of our lives
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Oh our lives
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And time's been moving
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Like a speed train
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Always on the left lane
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Brought me on the freeway
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Nothing's gonna stop me
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Not until I see your face
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Everybody knows
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I've been tripping over benches
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And the deep, steep trenches
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Running circles in the yard
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Not getting far
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But I gotta get to you
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Damn I gotta get to you
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Everybody knows
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'Cause I've given up trying to forget
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And I've given in
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I know I've made my bed
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I'm gonna tell you everything I never said
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And use this time
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Like the last day of our lives
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Of our lives
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Our lives
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Stop now the speeding clock on Sunday
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'Cause I don't wanna go another week
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The Last Day Of Our Lives
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| Schuyler Fisk |
