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May 2018
Time on my hands.


Ain’t got time to have no time on my hands,
Because I’ve got to learn to fly before I leave this land.
Time stands still and goes in the blink of an eye,
But I don’t believe I’ll ever find my paradise.


Scared of leaving with this weight on my mind;
All I have left to give you is my time.
Trying to face the world whilst wearing nothing but a smile;
But life is dragging me down and leaving me to die.


Time, time, time, time, time. It’s time to live or die.
Time, time, time, time, time.  It’s time to fly so high.
I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,
I still believe in my paradise.


Seasons come and seasons pass on by,
But I’m still here waiting for the end of time.
Sat here crying in front of the wailing wall;
I wish I could explain to you the way that I fall.


Time, time, time, time, time. It’s time to live or die.
Time, time, time, time, time.  It’s time to fly so high.
I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,
I still believe in my paradise.


I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye.
My only feelings are, I’m feeling alive.
I’m gonna fly so high, I’ll touch the sky,
The day I finally find my paradise.


(C)2012 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey
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