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Time |
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Is a force |
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And it will |
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Surely take its course |
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It will take |
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From all of you |
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Taking with it |
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All the things you had planned to do |
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And regret |
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Is a gift |
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Who could explain |
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That it's a gift |
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One not wrapped |
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And unreceived |
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It's the kind you keep |
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From yours truly |
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What is a must when the heart beats slow |
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Goodbye until hello |
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Cause every flame is the same |
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They look the same |
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Once when I was dreaming |
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You felt an impossible feeling |
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That went from the floor |
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Right down to the ceiling |
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You gotta slow down |
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And inbetween all of the screaming |
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I couldn't find anything redeeming |
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Cause you weren't even there |
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I just stared at the ceiling |
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I gotta slow down |
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I gotta slow down |
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I gotta slow down |
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What is a must when the heart beats slow |
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Goodbye until hello |
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Cause every flame's the same |
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They look the same |
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Except the one's that have names |
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Besides that they look the same |
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Have a little day |
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That all goes your way |
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Have a little house |
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All to yourself |
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In the country |
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Oh, in the country |
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Time is a force |
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And it will surely take it's course |
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It will take from all of you |
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Taking with it |
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All the things you had planned to do |