| Time on my side, a stowaway in the slipstream
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| A time, I could glide the shifting currents of my dream
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| In my dream, the singing is coming from the sky
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| In my dream, the sunlight is falling from one side
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| And every blade of grass is casting its own shadow
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| And every little bird is singing its own song
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| Time in my mind, the past of least resistance
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| The future almost blind, both in need of assistance
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| In my mind, the question, sunrise or sunset?
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| In my mind I’m certain, nothing’s certain yet
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| And every grain of sand casting its own shadow
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| And every ray of the sun, flashing on the sea
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| Time may heal all wounds but time will steal you blind
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| Time, the wheel, time, the conqueror
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| Time to decide what kind of world I believe in
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| The world open wide or the world about to stop breathing
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| In my world, I’m standing just inside the door
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| In my world, I’m speaking into the ocean’s roar
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| And every thought of you, casts its own little shadow
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| And everything I wanted, subject to review
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| Time may heal all wounds but time will steal you blind
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| Time, the wheel, time, the conqueror
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| Every thought of you casts its own little shadow
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| (Time may heal all wounds, time will steal you blind)
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| Everything I wanted is subject to review
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| (Time, the wheel)
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| (Every grain of sand)
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| Time in my side
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| (Time may heal all wounds)
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| (Every little bird)
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| The past of least resistance
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| (Time may heal all wounds but time will steal)
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| Every thought of you
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| (Time, the wheel)
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| Everything I wanted
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| (Time, the conqueror)
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| Everything we need
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| (Time will heal)
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| Is subject to review
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| (Time will steal you blind)
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| Time will heal |