| I know there’s a man who can sell time
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| I can take it away and say that it’s mine
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| He smiles from a distance and lives in a tree
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| Holding out a welcome hand, just for you and me
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| Money is chocolate, wrapped in a silver cloud
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| Everybody would, but no one is allowed
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| There’s no tomorrow, only today
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| When it rains, it rains lemonade
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| So come with me and meet a man
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| Whose job it is, it’s selling all this time
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| Before he spreads his wings
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| And starts to flying 'round the sky
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| People are shadows, trapped in a golden well
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| And only children’s eyes can break the spell
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| They live in a land where the clocks grow on trees
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| And words sound just like a cool summer breeze
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| I know that this man who does sell time
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| Is someone who’s lying deep in my mind
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| It’s all sad to think that there is such a man
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| When you’re lonely you can join me in his hand
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| Come with me and meet a man
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| Whose job it is, it’s selling all this time
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| Before he spreads his wings
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| And starts to flying 'round the sky |