(Gary Burr)
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He circled and stared
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Nervous and scared
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He knew both the thrill and the cost
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But he didn't think twice
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This amazing device
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Was his last chance to see what he'd lost
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If time is really a river
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And upstream's where he needed to be
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He set his sights on the past
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Finished his glass
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And went back in history
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To the casual eye it's a bar stool
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But it's really much more than it seems
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A few drinks and then
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She'll be with him again
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As he sits on the time machine
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Like all pioneers
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He swallowed his fears
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And watched the whole room fade to black
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He's dying to go
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But he's no fool, he knows
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How hard it will be to come back
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But tonight he's tired of the lonely
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And tomorrow will not be the cure
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So he'll just slip away
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Find yesterday
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And spend one more night with her
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Now as far as these customers can tell
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He's just one more fool who talks to himself
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But every man in this place would line up
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If they knew what that seat really was (but)
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To the casual eye it's a bar stool
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But it's really much more than it seems
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A few drinks and then
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She'll be with him again
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As he sits on the time machine
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Just a few drinks and then
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She'll be with him again
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As he sits on the time machine
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The Time Machine
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Collin Raye |