| I asked my neighbor what time is it
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| Time you know you can’t get it back
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| What’s a man anyhow
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| If not alone collecting facts
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| Well I am loved through sickness
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| Today I am courage at the track
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| It’s so peaceful here
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| No one to fuck it up
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| I could lay here for hours and hours
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| And not ask you for much
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| Married to the sunshine in my mind
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| I was floating away
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| I can see all the flowers in full bloom
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| I wish I could last and stay
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| Whole world living in the darkest hour
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| I am the fortress at Nazaré
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| Above the raging sun
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| Somebody came by to say hi
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| You’ll wash the day down
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| Missed the end of the world
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| And that was just fine
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| Saw my family for the holidays and we had a good time
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| I am a gentle days end, after all that noise
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| I am the bull that stood and stayed after the cavarly arrived
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| I am the perfume memory
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| Sweetness in her smile
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| I could lay here for hours
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| I could lay here for a while
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| I asked my neighbour what time is it
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| Time you know you can’t get it back
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| Why we all so miserable?
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| Well, that’s right! |
| No body ever comes back
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| Well I am loved through sickness
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| Today I am courage at the track
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| I’m the hand that feeds you
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| I’m the harrowed road back home
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| Whole world living in the darkest hour
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| Whole world living in the darkest hour
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| It’s so peacful here no one to fuck it up
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| I could see through miles, miles |