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/ scottandgilbert
Lyrics:
The time stamp on my forehead doesn't have enough ink
It fades a little more with every thought that I think
Soak up the minutes that drip from the clock
Hush all the ticks before they start to tock
Chorus:
Woke up this morning with eyelids of lead
You pulled up the blankets to cover my head
I might be dreaming, or I might be dead
My heaven is fleeting, my history read
Setting a deadline, life clove you and me
But magic might happen if I cross the C
Nothing can last, but nothing is wrong
Don't fear the past before it comes along
Chorus
Time isn't hiding, it's just hard to find
Ours are the hours that aren't defined
Chorus