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So Peter, you've become a pirate?

hi

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

You go out like a riptide
You know that ball has no sides
You're an angel with an amber halo
Black hair and the devil's pitchfork
Wind-up anger with the endless view of
The ground's colorful patchwork

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever?
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?

How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been? How have you been?How have you been? How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you been?How have you?How have you?How have you? How have you? How have you? How have you? How have you? How have you? How have you? How have you?

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell