The days and nights go flying by,
With regrets aplenty I don't know why.
Time comes closer to twenty-five,
Naught in me, that is my life.

The days and nights go flying by,
Newfound knowledge makes me shy.
A glass I see, of whiskey,
Such a best friend it's to me.

The days and nights go flying by,
Without sometimes even a hi.
Dreams can float or they can sink,
Mine they sink always, I think.

The days and nights go flying by,
All I do is produce a sigh.
Feeling, longing, wanting, stinging,
Here's the story of my being.

The days and nights go flying by ...

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