| The time to waste together
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| Let’s not say it’s lost
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| It’s just traded in
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| And we might get it back again
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| Not now, not yet
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| But sooner that it feels
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| Not down, not out, not less
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| And then in a blink it will change
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| Kiss the kids goodnight and then
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| Hold your breath, count to ten
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| Glance over your shoulder, it’s changed
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| Though you haven’t chosen how
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| We’ll take what comes around
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| It’s quarter past eleven
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| Let’s not say it’s night time
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| If we’re just waking up
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| 'Cause when the clocks change
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| You’re gonna have to wait
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| Not now, not yet
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| But soon, soon, soon
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| Not down, not out, not less
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| And then in a blink it will change
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| Kiss the kids goodnight and then
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| Check their breath, count to ten
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| Glance over your shoulder, they’ve changed
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| Though you haven’t chosen how
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| We’ll take what comes around |