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Powderfinger - These Days

it's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command Soon enough it comes and settles in its place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day

This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned

It's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its demands... It settles in its place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day Soon enough it comes Here it is again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command Soon enough it comes It settles in its place Puts pressure in my day Undignified and lame

This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Soon enough it comes Soon enough it comes To tie us down

It's coming round again,The slow,slowly creeping hand (whispered)

This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planne