| The clock is ticking loud as thunder
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| In this silent room
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| The morning comes and I wait to see
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| If it dawns on you
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| That I can’t make what little love you give me
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| Be enough
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| And I’m just a tick away from giving up
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| But it’s not too late for you
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| To turn this thing around
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| And say the words to keep me here
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| But do it now
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| 'Cause love is slipping through our hands
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| One moment at a time
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| But it’s not too late
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| For you to change my mind
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| The rings we’re wearing on our hands
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| Are made of the purest gold
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| But what we’re doing to each other
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| Is getting old
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| And now, the pedestal I’ve put you on
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| Is crumbling, too
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| But it’s in your power to make it good as new
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| But it’s not too late for you
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| To turn this thing around
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| And say the words to keep me here
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| But do it now
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| 'Cause love is slipping through our hands
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| One moment at a time
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| But it’s not too late
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| For you to change my mind
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| The clock is ticking loud as thunder
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| In this silent room
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| But it’s not too late
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| For you to change
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| But it’s not too late for you
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| To turn this thing around
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| And say the words to keep me here
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| But do it now
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| 'Cause love is slipping through our hands
|
| One moment at a time
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| But it’s not too late
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| For you to change my mind
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| It’s not too late for you to change my mind
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| It’s not too late for you to change my mind… |