Where'd all the time go?
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It's starting to fly.
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See how the hands go;
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Waving goodbye.
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And you know I get so forgetful
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when I look in your eyes.
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Now she's walking backwards
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through a parade.
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And I'm stuck in the shadow
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blocking the shade.
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And there ain't no way to sweep up the mess that we've made
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She gets dressed up like a pillow so she's always in bed
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Flowers for the sick and dead
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She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow
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She'll turn to stone at hospitals and funeral homes
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and when the fog rises somebody sighs who is not in disguise anymore
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There's nothing to keep you
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from falling in love.
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It starts at the bottom
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and comes from above.
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Like pieces of a puzzle, like a hand in a glove
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She gets dressed up like a pillow so she's always in bed
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Flowers for the sick and dead
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She's on the go, way too fast and way too slow
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She'll turn and stop at hospitals and funeral homes
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and when the tide rises somebody sinks and is gone in the blink of an eye
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Where'd All The Time Go?
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Dr. Dog |