This pain is not of that kind
That takes your brathe away
Mists your eyes
It's not aching in the chest
Nor sweating of your hands
It's more like ticking in your ears
It's more like ringin'
Not strong enough to cry
But blending all in one
My face has changed so much
My skin is covered with
The letters of the time
That was lost between the lines
Still I've got my own two hands
To play with the Universe
And it's really not so bad
To be that kind of a tramp
I am a simple man and I
Would like to talk 'bout weather
I am growing old and I
Couldn't feel much better
Time between the lines...

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