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Now tell me what it is
It isn't fair 'cause
I'm wasting time
'Cause it isn't my heart
It isn't my fault
And every situation understands, well
The anecdote
Of chasing the location to your door
'Cause I'm wasting time
Now I'm wasting money again
And all the cigarettes
That I have never smoked
And all the letters
That I have never sent
And he was sitting by the swimming pool
But he was scared
'Cause it wasn't his time, it wasn't his chance
Getting older's not been on my plans but
It's never late, it's never late
Enough for me to stay
'Cause I'm wasting time
Now I'm wasting money again
And all the cigarettes
That I have never smoked
And all the letters
That I have never sent
