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Cry a little Lie a little We all have to die a little Maybe I can buy I little time Make the music loud The air around you pound Find yourself a little rhythm Make yourself a little rhyme Because what it all comes down to Is just a little time.

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margaret-hein

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Published: Apr 11, 2012
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