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Time is seeping between my hands
The clock is ticking
Days fly by
Time is seeping into my thoughts
There's no mistaking what's to come
I live my life
I have no choice
No voice
The line's not getting any shorter
The road we're taking is straight and narrow
Looking forward
Nothing is clear
One thing is certain: The end is near

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