How much more can I say
When the light shifts hard in the passing day
How much more can I do
When the time moves fast all the way from you
How much more can I think
When the day dies down to a moment's blink
There's always something else
Forgotten lost and left behind
How much more can I hope
When the air is thin at the top of the slope
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