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The Sun Is The Same, In A Relative Way, But You're Older Shorter Of Breath, And One Day Closer To Death.
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The Sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine And then one day you find Staying home to watch the rain Ten years have got behind you You are young and life is long No one told you when to run And there is time to kill today You missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way Never seem to find the time The time is gone
he song is over Plans that either come to nought Thought I'd something more to say....
Cuddle up a little closer, it is a little shorter than you think.
There was a young lady named Bright, Whose speed was far faster than light.
She went out one day, In a relative way, And returned the previous night! -- Reginald Bulle...
You are old," said the youth, "and I'm told by my peers That your lectures bore people to death.
Yet you talk at one hundred conventions per year -- Don't you think that you should save your breath?...
You are old," said the youth, "and I'm told by my peers That your lectures bore people to death.
Yet you talk at one hundred conventions per year -- Don't you think that you should save your breath?...
Say the report is exaggerated. -- Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) (1835-1910) -- To Evening Sun correspondent, London, April 3, 1906
-- re: Report of his death...
Otto: OK, little dudes, time's up. Everybody out! [kids groan, leave, except for Bart and Lisa] Lisa
Time's up? Bart: So long, Lis. I'm going to stow away under water and go where the pool goes....
Another day, another death. Another sorrow, another breath. -- From "No Remorse" by Metallica