THIEF OF TIME by MAN IN A ROOM Lyrics

I know talk is cheap and nothing sown is nothing reaped

And the Season is lost...

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Staring into the Sun

I got nothing done

Season is gone to the thief of time

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Books, they weigh you down

The Pen your pushing around

Season is gone to the thief of time

Its not a way to seek
Nor a method to keep

Another season gone to the thief...

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Favour visions of end

But nothing yet is penned

And the Season is lost to the thief of time

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The thief of all time

The thief of all time

You're my thief of all time and you're killing me