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Powderfinger - These Days lyrics
it's coming round again slowly creeping in of time and its command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day this life well it's slipping right through my hands these days turned out nothing like i had planned it's coming round again the slowly creeping in of time and its demand it settles in its place its shadow in my face undignified and lame this life well it's slipping right through my hands these days turned out nohting like i had planned control well it's slipping right through my hands these days turned out nothing like i had planned soon enough it comes too tie us down |
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