She wakes every morning
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with him on her mind
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can't seem to leave the past behind
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She puts on her make-up
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and thinks about life
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and wonders if she's running out of time
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Cos how long until she finds the one
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all the things she's been dreamin' of
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She hears the tick tock
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of her biological clock
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going around and round
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and it's never going to stop
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she sees all her friends
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are having kids and getting married
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but, her life's, her own
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she says there are moments
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her confidence wains
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Sunday afternoons and Christmas days
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but she's a career girl
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who knows her own mind
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she's not prepared to make a compromise
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but how long until she finds the one
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all the things she's been dreamin' of
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She hears the tick tock
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of her biological clock
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going around and round
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and it's never going to stop
|
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She sees all her friends
|
are having kids and getting married
|
but, her life's, her own
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Tick tock of her biological clock
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going around and round
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and it's never going to stop
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and she sees all her friends
|
are having kids and getting
|
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Tick-tock of her biological clock
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going around and round
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and it's never going to stop
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and she sees all her friends
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are having kids and getting married
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Tick Tock
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Tick Tock
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Tick Tock
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Tick-Tock
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| Beverly Craven |
