January, February, March,
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The days are marching forward
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April, May, June and July
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They fly like a hummingbird
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August, September, October
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The year is almost over
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November, December arrive
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Another year, come and gone
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Time is illusion
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Time is a curse
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Time is all these things and worse
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But our time is now, ohhhhh
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Yes, our time is now, ohhhhh
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Let us sing before our time runs out
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The sound of your laughter, your smile
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These things are never changing
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But Monday I blink and it's Friday
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I wish we could slow it down
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Saturday, Sunday, now Monday
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Another week starting over
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Seconds to minutes to hours
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Here's what I've found
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Time is illusion
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Time is a curse
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Time is all these things and worse
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But our time is now, ohhhhh
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Yes, our time is now, ohhhhh
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Let us sing before our time runs out
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[x2]
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I wanna sing before my time runs out
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Our Time Is Now
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| Amy Grant |
