Rests where he's staying, nowhere he knows,
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A place where nobody cares where he's straying or where he goes.
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To find no-one in particular, footloose, adventure still,
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No thoughts for reasons, he does all he's doing
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Has time to kill and still he's killing the time.
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Sundowner, drifting from place to place,
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Where all he needs is the shelter from seasons he was to face,
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No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end.
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For life goes on being life, time and fortune he needs no
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Friends and yet he's killing the time.
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Where does he come from what did he do,
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You know the answers are his hopes and promises nothing new
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With no regrets he goes on doing nothing.
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Himself alone, but still he finds all the time isn't wasted,
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His life his own and yet he's killing the time.
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And with no questions then he finds his way
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Tomorrow's never dawn only today.
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Content within his time just drifts away
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He finds his way
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He finds his way
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Sundowner, drifting from place to place,
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Where all he needs is the shelter from seasons he was to face,
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No bounds or duties are his, never seeking to find an end.
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For life goes on being life, time and fortune he needs no
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Friends and yet he's killing the time.
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Where does he come from what did he do,
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You know the answers are his hopes and promises nothing new
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With no regrets he goes on doing nothing.
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Himself alone, but still he finds all the time isn't wasted,
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His life his own and yet he's killing the time.
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Time To Kill
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Gentle Giant |