Look the leaves are dead
The moments' gone
There's no surrender
Forever now unsaid
The words that might have warmed december
It's all inside your head
Like fragments of a dream you remember
So never mind, your clever mind never mind me
Staring at the ceiling from my bed
I thought I'd earned a chance or few
I thought I'd be paid in due...
Time isn't made for waiting
And past isn't worth debating
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