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You don’t have much time left so Let’s use up what we got Yeah it’s on days like this I Wish we believed in god You’re lookin back at your life I’m looking forward at mine It’s true but it don’t make sense That we’re both running out time Remember Thomas The Tank Engine and the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove those London roads, had to hold on for my life You were like fee fo fum coming up the stairs We’d laugh, me and Jack, saying “Papa I’m scared” But Now I’m really scared You talk just like the old you And then you start to cough I’m tryin to be strong but It’s obvious I’m not You’re lookin back at your life I’m looking forward at mine It’s true but it don’t make sense That we’re both running out time Aus Songtexte Mania