| I don’t want to leave I don’t want to go
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| But I make my living away from home
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| These hands of time too fast they wind
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| I’d trade everything I own if I could just find
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| One more minute, one more second
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| To spend with you
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| One more minute, one more second
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| Just to hold you
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| I hear the whistle blow the idle hiss of the steam
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| There’s such little time to tell you what I mean
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| So you keep this simple refrain and a kiss
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| I swear on my life we won’t always miss
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| One more minute, one more second
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| To spend with you
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| One more minute, one more second
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| Just to hold you
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| But that is life and love you cannot control
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| If I was another man you might have less to hold
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| So I pack my grip and set my chin
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| Knowing that feeling when I see your face again
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| One more minute, one more second
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| To spend with you
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| One more minute, one more second
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| Just to hold you
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| One more minute, one more second
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| Don’t tell me the truth
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| One more minute, one more second
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| Just to hold you
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| I hear the whistle blow the idle hiss of the steam
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| There’s such little time to tell you what I mean |