Well it's about time It's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind Just what is it all worth
* All my useless advice All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size All my bringing you down
Watch the clock on the wall Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall Echoing in my mind
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Here I stand the accused With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised With the bitterest taste
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All your stupid ideals You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels With your feet on the ground