| There’s a time, there’s a time
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| Time for summer and for snow
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| Time for love to grow
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| And to end in lonely tears
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| There’s a place I adore
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| That I fear I’ll see no more
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| I will see no more
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| Though I live for a hundred years
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| There’s a time for losing all you want
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| And a time for traveling on
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| But the hurt in my heart
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| It goes on from day to day
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| Will not go away
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| Keeps on longing for what’s gone
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| There’s a time, there’s a time
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| When a love is young and new
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| Heaven’s painted blue
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| When we lay in the summer grass
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| For a time, for a time
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| You were so in love with me
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| So, how was I to see
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| That the summer would pass?
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| Now, you ride the ocean, chase the stars
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| Underneath some far-away sky
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| And the hurt in my heart
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| Knows you’re never coming home
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| Never coming home
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| Till the day the sea runs dry
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| In my dreams, in my dreams
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| You have left yourself behind
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| You caress my mind
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| When the nights grow dark and chill
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| Vagabond, vagabond
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| Always traveling beyond
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| Where’s the magic wand
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| That will bring you nearer still?
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| There’s a time for holding to your dreams
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| And a time for starting anew
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| But the hurt in my heart
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| It goes on from day to day
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| Never goes away
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| For it’s all I have left of you |