Time (Unreleased Demo)

Well the trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
 Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
 The trouble with time might be lack of it
 I hate keeping track of it
 I might just lose track of it
 I'll take all you've got 'til it's gone
 Long gone
 Well the reaper here from out of town
 Ran her fingers through my hair
 And she sorted through my life
 Like I wasn't even there
 And she waltzed out the door
 Like she even didn't care
 That mother time
 The trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
 Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
 The trouble with time might be lack of it
 I hate keeping track of it
 I might just lose track of it
 I'll take all you've got 'til it's gone
 Long gone
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 There's a hole in her pocket
 Spilling out the years
 Like whiskey from a Dixie cup
 Time just disappears
 There's more of that came from
 She whispered in my ears
 Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
 Well the trouble with time is it keeps on ticking
 Tick-tocking, slow rocking, clocking right along
 The trouble with time might be lack of it
 I hate keeping track of it
 I might just lose track of it
 I'll take all you've got 'til it's gone
 Long