Time is a card shark Stealing the chips of youth Pilfering our ambitions Bending our backs And our will Playing with sleight of hand Where the aces Are palmed Leaving the deck Full of simply survival cards But we all Have to play Taking what Is dealt Just hoping for a trump That will Lengthen …
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