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morning of my life. 'Tis the morning of my life. Chorus. In the morning of my life. The minutes take so long to drift away. Please be patient with your life. It's only morning and you're still to live your
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die Time moving slow, the minutes seem like hours. The final curtain call I see. How true is this? Just get it over with. If this is true, just let it be Wakened by horrid scream. Freed from this
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). The V. I. P. gets it started with intro. Bustin' smooth moves on top of instrumental. Turn up the beats in the Jeeps louder. Here we go y'all - with minutes of power Minutes of power Minutes of
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Patient, just as I am as always. Watch the time go by. Nothing left to pass by. The minutes follow me. Drunken little people work away at me Why won't they leave me?. Leave me alone. When I
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rings around the moon. . Like a clock whose hands are. Sweeping past the minutes on it's face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you find in the
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a carnival balloon. Like a carousel thatâ€TMs turning. Running rings around the moon. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes of it's face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling
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that's turning. Running rings around the moon. . Like a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes of it's face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles
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that's turning. Running rings around the moon. . Like a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes of it's face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles
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ways that led me here. Could turn around and I would see you there. Standing there (and I would see you there, waiting. ). Ticket to the moon. Flight leaves here today from Satellite Two. As the minutes
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a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes on its face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you find. In the windmills of your mind. Like a tunnel
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a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes on its face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you find. In the windmills of your mind. Like a tunnel
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turning. Running rings around the moon. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes on its face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you find
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You've closed a door in front of me. I wait patiently outside. And as the minutes tick away. I feel my anger rise And who's the object of my rage?. And who's not being fair?. Is it you for your
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seemed so big and strong. But the minutes fly. And the years roll by. For a father and a son. And suddenly when it happened. There was so much left unsaid. No second chance. To tell him thanks. For
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We thank you for the wind and rain. The sunshine and the flowers. We thank you for the moon and stars. The minutes and the hours. We live each day as best we can. And wake up with new friends
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Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night. Tonight there will be no morning star. Tonight, tonight, I'll see my love tonight. And for us, stars will stop where they are. . Today, the minutes
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happy as they played their silly games. As the dream unwrapped around me, I could see their colours clear. As the minutes split to seconds, I found you were standing near. . So we wandered through the