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Slow Cruel Hands of Time Lyrics
The biding of time, getting stuck in my mind,
There's a boat to row.
Two hours later, back in my neighborhood,
Where everything's just stalled.
Still looks the same, they remember my name,
Stepping in for a cup full.
There's big city man, I use to rumble with him,
Back in high school.
The slow cruel hands of time,
Turn you in to molten lava Oh my....
The place on the right, you can stop for awhile,
Look out for the policemen.
There's no street lamps, only three buildings,
And one of them's vacant.
It's taken all day, the packs feeling heavy,
And soon enough.
Backwards down the mountain, the axel is grinding,
Pull in to the wrong drive.
The sky is in the yard,
Stringy cotton candy in the fall.
The slow climb, the hard fall,
Sometimes, I don't want it at all.
I've done this so long, it's something I ought to know.
So long.
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted, and the birds fly.
Trapped for a moment, the Sheriff's department, got the wrong guy.
The towns reveal below.
Visible wind, through the fog.
Slow cruel hands of time,
Turning you back into a child.
There's a boat to row.
Two hours later, back in my neighborhood,
Where everything's just stalled.
Still looks the same, they remember my name,
Stepping in for a cup full.
There's big city man, I use to rumble with him,
Back in high school.
Turn you in to molten lava Oh my....
Look out for the policemen.
There's no street lamps, only three buildings,
And one of them's vacant.
It's taken all day, the packs feeling heavy,
And soon enough.
Backwards down the mountain, the axel is grinding,
Pull in to the wrong drive.
Stringy cotton candy in the fall.
Sometimes, I don't want it at all.
I've done this so long, it's something I ought to know.
So long.
Trapped for a moment, the Sheriff's department, got the wrong guy.
Visible wind, through the fog.
Turning you back into a child.
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Submitted by
brian On Aug 10, 2012
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BIDING of time IS a boat to row Where everything just STOPPED ...molten lava OH MY Place on the RIGHT And soon THE NIGHT The axle is GROUNDING STRINGY cotton candy is THE FOG The slow CLIMB the hard fall
I think the lyrics are "Where everything just STALLED"
I think the lyrics are "Where everything just STALLED"