Look at the time, it's after 5.
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Soon the day is over, Mr. magic,
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Said we'd meet before the rise.
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I recall when 60 minutes used to be an hour.
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As usual I find myself reading skies
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Never mind, I said to myself.
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Many, have this feelings,
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They remain on the shelf. How can I be sure?
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Chorus:
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Time, oh time. Yes I need more time.
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Why do you keep on slipping away?
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I hera wind chimes, jangle in my mind;
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Oh I wish you'd stay.
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Sitting around, I hear no sound.
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Only the clock is ticking. Seconds turn
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To minutes, purely on their own.
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When asleep and all is dark,
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I spend my dreaming wishing, I got a feelin'.
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I'm not all alone.
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Chorus
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Got a feelin', yes I'm reelin'. I'm tryin'.
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But I'm lying to myself.
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When I'm sitting and I'm thinking.
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How can I be sure? How can I be sure?
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Chorus.
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Time
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| Des'ree |
