Where does the time go?
Every day is a little bit different, and then I realize that nothing is like what it used to be.
I'm closing in on ten years, and it's a very odd feeling. I also know that fifty years is coming fourty years too soon.
I'm a nervous wreck -- you do the math.
Every day is a little bit different, and then I realize that nothing is like what it used to be.
I'm closing in on ten years, and it's a very odd feeling. I also know that fifty years is coming fourty years too soon.
I'm a nervous wreck -- you do the math.
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