| He gets up early and takes a shower
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| Looks at his watch cause it takes him an hour
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| To reach the office where work is waiting
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| Every day’s like the one before
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| High time he went, high time he went
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| No time for dreams now, high time he went
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| Looks in the mirror, he’s getting older
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| Studying his grey hair. |
| Life will soon be over
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| At nearly forty to start a new life
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| Wouldn’t that be worth a try
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| High time he went, high time he went
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| No time for dreams, it’s high time he went
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| His mind is denying the fire
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| That’s burning within, softly yearning
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| His mind is denying the fire
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| That’s burning within, softly yearning
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| Picks up his car keys. |
| Leaves in a hurry.
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| Watching the wipers wash away his worries
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| Follows his instinct, leads him to nowhere
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| Maybe tomorrow he’ll find the way
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| High time he went, high time he went
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| No time for dreams, it’s high time he went
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| His mind is denying the fire
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| That’s burning within, softly yearning
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| His mind is denying the fire
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| That’s burning within, softly yearning
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| High time, no time
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| High time, high
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| High time, no time
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| High time |