| Time, for another man’s line
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| Leading back to the edge of life
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| My days are coloured and I found in the sun
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| Where the roses were so yellow and I…
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| I danced to my own drum
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| Wake, for another man’s sake
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| Every dog has his day, they say
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| Well I’m no rat in a race and no rabbit for your run
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| Now my days are all so yellow and I…
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| I’m beating my own drum
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| Takes me back to the blue sky
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| ___? |
| hurricane
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| And I remember those good old times
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| Where days come and days just go away
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| I found the way to just walk away
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| And I found the words within me to say
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| Oh, no I have no…
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| Time, so naked in time
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| Time for reason and time to rhyme
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| To love each other around the campfire of the Sun
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| Where the colour is yellow and the…
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| The rhythm is our own drum
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| Takes me back to the blue sky
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| ___? |
| hurricane
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| Well I remember those good old times
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| Where rain comes and rain goes away
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| I found the way to just walk away
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| And I found the words within me to say
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| Oh, no no no no no |