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No More Time
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Ią„m sitting on the roof
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Looking at the dieing land
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With a tear deep in my eye
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And blood on my opened hands
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Thinking ą„bout the past
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Bout my dreams that seem to die
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Bout all the hopes that we still had
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And our faith in a lie
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No time to swallow down in tears
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No time to think about the sense
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No time to share my thougts with you
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No time to talk to absent freinds
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No time to cry
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No time to die
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No place to hide
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No chance to fight
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No more time
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No more time
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No more time
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No more time
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This is the point to say farewell
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To all the problems that we had
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To laugh to scream to smile
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To empty off my desperate head
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But there is something missing
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To bring peace into my mind
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And this is your embrace
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Your warmth that I caną„t find
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No time to dive into false hopes
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No time to run away
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No time for survival-dreams
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No more time to pray
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No time to cry.....
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No More Time
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| Another Tale |
