| She lies out on the grass
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| Her bellybutton fascinates me
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| If summer never came and went
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| I doubt that it would ever faze me
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| Broken in a moment of what once had been
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| I look within to see her face
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| My fingers start to reach to taste
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| But all they meet is my own lips
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| Time is fleeting
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| Time’s a-wasting
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| And time is bleeding
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| Forever racing
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| And time is money
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| And money is time
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| But love does none of these
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| Love does none of these
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| She’ll twirl and spin me 'round
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| And never let go of the hold she has
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| From heaven’s rafter to the ground
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| And back and forth, and twice as fast
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| Transit in the blink of her big brown eyes
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| And all is right or wrong with the world
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| More the heart of me
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| Than as some would say «just some girl»
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| Time is fleeting
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| Time’s a-wasting
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| Time is bleeding
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| Forever racing
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| And time is money
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| And money is time
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| But love does none of these
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| Love does none of these
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| But my heart beats as we say goodnight
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| Hoping for a kiss
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| And this feeling I get to keep
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| Love can most definitely let me do this
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| She’s the only thing that shines
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| Among the murky gels of pink and blue
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| Club speakers make their noise
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| But they can’t drown out what is true
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| Captured in the passion of an honest smile
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| And last call leaves us little else
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| I reach for her to make her turn
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| But all I meet is my own lips
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| Time is fleeting
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| Time’s a-wasting
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| Time is bleeding
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| Forever racing
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| Time is money
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| And money is time
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| But love does none of these
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| Love does none of these
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| Love won’t keep time
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| Love don’t keep time
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| Feels like forever
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| I’m here whenever |