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His Time Ran Out lyrics
I was about to write a song about the fear and the doubt
But my pen ran out
It captured the emotions of a lover and a lout
But my pen ran out
So the picture wasn t painted and the story wasn t told
No one knows the author cause the record never sold
And I know they never will until he s bitter and he s old
His time ran out
I was gonna share my blues with a nation full of blues
But my pen ran out
I was gonna spread the news of the way I always lose
But my pen ran out
So I ll keep an envelope with all the words I should have said
Hide it in a tiny box underneath my bed
And written on the outside will be open when he s dead
And written on the outside will be open when he s dead
His time ran out, his time ran out
His time ran out, his time ran out
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