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Where'd all the time go? |
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It's starting to fly |
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See how the hands go |
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Waving goodbye |
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And you know I get so forgetful |
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When I look in your eyes |
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Now she's walking backwards |
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Through a parade |
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And I'm stuck in the shadow |
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Blocking the shade |
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And there ain't no way to sweep up |
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The mess that we've made |
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She gets dressed up like a pillow |
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So she's always in bed |
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Flowers for the sick and dead |
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She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow |
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She'll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes |
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And when the fog rises somebody sighs |
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Who is not in disguise anymore |
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There's nothing to keep you |
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From falling in love |
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It starts at the bottom |
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It comes from above |
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Like pieces of a puzzle |
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Like a hand in a glove |
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She gets dressed up like a pillow |
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So she's always in bed |
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Flowers for the sick and dead |
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She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow |
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She'll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes |
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And when the tide rises somebody sinks |
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And is gone in the blink of an eye |
