| Won’t you pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| The singer ain’t singing
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| And the drummer’s been draggin' too long
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| And time will take care of itself
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| So just leave time alone
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| And pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| Now people are saying
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| That time’ll take care of people like me
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| That I’m living too fast
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| And they say that I can’t last much longer
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| But how little they see
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| That their thoughts of me is my Savior
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| And how little they know
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| That the beat ought to go a little faster
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| So won’t you pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| The singer ain’t singing
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| And the drummer’s been draggin' too long
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| Now time will take care of itself
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| So just leave time alone
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| And pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| Now I’m wild and I’m mean
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| I’m creating a scene, I’m goin' crazy
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| Well, I’m good and I’m bad
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| And I’m happy and sad and I’m lazy
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| I’m quiet and I’m loud
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| And I’m gatherin' a crowd and I like gravy
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| 'Bout half off the wall
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| But I learned it all from my baby
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| So won’t you pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| The singer ain’t singing
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| And the drummer’s been draggin' too long
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| Now time will take care of itself
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| So just leave time alone
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| And pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| Aey, won’t you pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home
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| Aey, won’t you pick up the tempo just a little
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| And take it on home |