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Bing Crosby |
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Complete United Artists Recordings |
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No Time At All |
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When you are as old as I my friend |
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Very few of us are |
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You will ruefully wonder why my friend |
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Memories seem so far |
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You may squander away or sequester |
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A drop of a precious year |
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But when your best days are yester |
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The rest is twice as dear |
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What good is a field |
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On a fine summer night |
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If you sit all alone with the weeds |
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Or a succulent pear |
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That with each bite you take |
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You spit out a tooth with the seed |
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Before it's to late |
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Stop trying to wait for fortune |
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And fake you're secure of |
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For there's one thing to be sure of |
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There ain't nothing to be sure of |
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Oh! It's time to start living |
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Time to take a little |
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From the world we're given |
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Time to take time |
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For Spring will turn to Fall |
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In just no time at all |
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So when the drearies do attack |
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Or a siege of the sads begins |
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I throw these regal shoulders back |
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And I lift these double chins |
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Now here is a secret I never have told |
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Maybe you'll understand why |
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I believe if I refuse to grow old |
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I shall be young till I die |
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Now I've had my fears |
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And seventy years |
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I've had troubles and tears by the score |
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But the only thing I'd trade them for |
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Is seventy more |
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Oh! There's time to keep living |
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Time to keep on taking |
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From the world we're given |
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Time to take time |
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For Spring will turn to Fall |
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In just no time at all |
