Letra de Thief of Time

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