Time
Time after Time
The mornings waking up to not a single dime
Time after time
Your face is lingering on my mind
Time after time
Is this you whispers I hear on my rhymes
Time after time
The glasses are emptied of all the wine
Time after Time
The mornings waking up to not a single dime
Time after time
Your face is lingering on my mind
Time after time
Is this you whispers I hear on my rhymes
Time after time
The glasses are emptied of all the wine
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