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Savings Time

You're tired and slow As the autumn rain moans Turn the clock back an hour Spend the night on your own At first your voice was full of laughter And liquor and smoke You had another good hour Then gave up to go home I've got a crack in the mirror It didn't make me a saint To lose an hour of luck To lose an hour of day I thought I gave you all up But always start to hesitate I know I'll never really need you, but My mind keeps playing these games. 'Cause I'm a dreamer and seeker Give me a warm, mild winter I awake to the darkness And let the cold air seep in This was a time to forget Let the long nights begin Someday I won't remember any of this But, I just wish I knew when.
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vivien-jae-maya
Canadian
Published
Jun 21, 2013
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