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It's getting late I think my time is running 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 No subtle men came to my town No subtle man begging for my hand I'm one of few who's left when everyone has gone the train is leaving and it's too late to get on, 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 so many times saying i'm gonna change No subtle man lives in my town No subtle man begging for my hand
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