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it's getting late i think my time is runnig out,
no one special, nothing lasting within sight.
how should i stay calm when panic lies just ahead.
everyone can see my youth hanging by a thread.
so much for running when noone stays to wait,
for another broken promise, to slip my mind by mistake.
who would take my word on anything these days,
i've failed soo many times saying i'm gonna change.
no subtle man came to my town,
no subtle man.
no one special, nothing lasting within sight.
how should i stay calm when panic lies just ahead.
everyone can see my youth hanging by a thread.
so much for running when noone stays to wait,
for another broken promise, to slip my mind by mistake.
who would take my word on anything these days,
i've failed soo many times saying i'm gonna change.
no subtle man came to my town,
no subtle man.
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