Out Of Time Songtext

Soars and sores and common cold.
These are things that never go.
Deja vu and smiles today.
Knowing I've been there before.
I want this to be over now.
But I'm stuck fast and I can't wait to get out.
Though that I was the mistake but
they say that the problem lies with you.

It seems, that we,
We're running out of time.
It seems, to me,
That problems kill the mind.

'You've been a good sport, mate.
But better luck next time.'
Start from the top again.
Then work your way down.
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