I sit reflecting I feel the end has begun It seems my days now mirror the setting sun So many places that I have been This ride that was long seems so short in terms of now and then For All that has been And All that is All that's to be Lord, I'm just killing time And time's killing me Dead man breathing, just taking up space Calloused and weathered like the lines on one's face Dead man breathing, my conscience is bare The lining of my soul is torn yet I no longer care For All that has been And All that is All that's to be Lord, I'm just killing time And time's killing me
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