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Time always slips away
Curls up its edge
And colors fade
Caustic varnish
Weathered doors
Saturday morning
Makes me feel so small
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
Can't be a passing thing
There's a feeling that always stays
Warm memories clutched too tight
Family days and massive fights
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
