How can we know how far the long way can be
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Looking from where we are it never seemed that long to me
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I've many miles behind me, maybe not so much ahead
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It seems I made good time with the directions I misread.
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So I'm gonna spend my time like it's going out of style
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I'm moving the bottom line farther than a country mile
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I still have hills to climb before I hit that wall
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No matter how much time I buy I could never spend it all.
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Funny thing that time, we're always running out
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I'm always losing mine, there's not enough of it about
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And though it's always here it will always come and go
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The days become the years that'll be gone before you know.
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So I'm gonna spend my time like it's going out of style
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I'm moving the bottom line better than a country mile
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I still have hills to climb before I hit that wall.
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I won't go quietly into that dark night
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There'll be no more buring daylight
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I'll be living in every moment that I'm in.
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Oh, I'm gonna spend my time like it's going out of style
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I'll only use what's mine, I've been saving for awhile
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I still have hills to climb before I hit that wall
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No matter how much time I buy I could never spend it all.
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No matter how much time I buy I could never spend it all...
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Spend My Time
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Clint Black |