You don't have to ask me why
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Because I know you understand
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All the treasures of my life
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Are right here in my hand
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Suspended in a moment
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No more breath to catch
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If you hold on to your end
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Maybe we can make this last
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This is the greatest time of day
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When all the clocks are spinning backwards
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And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
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And all the black and white turns into colors
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I don't want to build a wall
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Or draw a line across the sand
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Because there's room for one and all
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And this land is our land
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Oh I hope this can go on and on and on
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Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond
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Oh I know that life is never very long
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One second, then one minute, and then its gone
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This is the greatest time of day
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When all the clocks are spinning backwards
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And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
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And all the black and white turns into colors
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You want to sink into the colors on the wall
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But all the while you are the brightest of them all
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This is the greatest time of day
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When all the clocks are spinning backwards
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And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
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And all the black and white turns
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This is the greatest time of day
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When there's no you and there's no others
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And all the rules grow wings and fly away
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And all the black and white turns into colors
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Colors
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| Grace Potter And The Nocturnals |
