| Is it called a crime if I play with time?
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| All the shame it brings, it changes everything!
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| Time delay
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| Synchrionicity
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| Is all in disarray
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| From another tear under my duvet
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| It’s antique and smells like Chantilly
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| The other day it took me far away
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| When we were young and so risque
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| You said to stay but I disobeyed
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| Now I’ve erased the mistake!
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| Is it called a crime if I play with time?
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| All the shame it brings, it changes everything!
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| Long ago
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| Someone that I know
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| Took all the torment I could throw
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| How would I know I couldn’t let it go
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| Without a dose of a-d-o
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| And although it’s been a year or so
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| I think I will never outgrow
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| I’m laying low, so in reverse I go
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| Because she’s the one that I owe
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| Is it called a crime if I play with time?
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| All the shame it brings, it changes everything!
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| I have gone awry
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| Trying to defy the laws of time where they apply
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| And so I sigh that I am high and dry
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| It really took me by surprise
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| It caught my eye, I had to say good-bye
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| It seems I’ve lost my paradigm
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| And I could die, because I don’t know why
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| But I forget the name I go by
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| Is it called a crime if I play with time?
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| All the shame it brings, it changes everything!
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| I’m fading away (I'm fading away)… |