Thursday, December 4, 2008

Time flies



Small and scared and frail. And brave.

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I sit tight
don't wanna miss the show
I hang on
don't wanna miss my prime
time will fly
upon my baby's back
time will fly
upon my baby's back

stay a while
my baby wants me to
don't you go
my baby begs me so
but tide will dry
upon my baby's back
tide will dry
upon my baby's back

I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

fingers crossed
my time is coming now
don't you go
my baby begs me so
time will fly
upon my baby's back
time will fly
upon my baby's back

and I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

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