| 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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| I wanna sing before my time runs out |