Tytuł: His time ran out

• Wykonawca: The Beautiful South
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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