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 The sand is sifting by 
I only know that I will die 
And pay my taxes the rest is touch and go 
I wish I could just catch a glimpse 
Of what's in store 
I've wanted since 
I can't recall 
I never know what to do 
I've never had a clue 
I feel the future 
Don't tell me you don't 
Feel it slip away  
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