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'' Living In The Past ''
I invented a clock,
That instead of tick tock,
It's been amended to go tock tick,
Reversal of time is like going for a walk,
Believe me, this is not a trick.
A flick of a switch,
Then without any hitch,
My timepiece goes into reverse,
This concoction will make me rich.
Though some will say it's perverse.
Though I can't pick a year,
Each second is dear,
I'll control how much younger I get,
I watch as the wrinkles slowly disappear,
So far not a hint of regret.
Then I look around,
Though there's joy to be found,
This is only happening to me,
I can't bring back those I've placed in the ground,
The obvious I refused to see.
Those I love getting older,
Makes me even colder,
I am losing my family and friends,
As I'm constantly looking over my shoulder,
I realise time never mends.
So many ties to sever,
If I'm here forever,
While reliving, what's went before,
Perhaps my invention isn't so clever,
Constant sorrow is what's to the fore.
Going back in time,
Though it sounds sublime,
Has drained me and left me aghast,
The here and now is when you're in your prime,
Forget about,
' Living In The Past '
That instead of tick tock,
It's been amended to go tock tick,
Reversal of time is like going for a walk,
Believe me, this is not a trick.
A flick of a switch,
Then without any hitch,
My timepiece goes into reverse,
This concoction will make me rich.
Though some will say it's perverse.
Though I can't pick a year,
Each second is dear,
I'll control how much younger I get,
I watch as the wrinkles slowly disappear,
So far not a hint of regret.
Then I look around,
Though there's joy to be found,
This is only happening to me,
I can't bring back those I've placed in the ground,
The obvious I refused to see.
Those I love getting older,
Makes me even colder,
I am losing my family and friends,
As I'm constantly looking over my shoulder,
I realise time never mends.
So many ties to sever,
If I'm here forever,
While reliving, what's went before,
Perhaps my invention isn't so clever,
Constant sorrow is what's to the fore.
Going back in time,
Though it sounds sublime,
Has drained me and left me aghast,
The here and now is when you're in your prime,
Forget about,
' Living In The Past '
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`` Living In The Past ``
`` Living In The Past ``
