Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
While my friends were getting high
and chasing girls down parkway lines
I was losing my mind
And the books upon your shelve tell stories of who you
are, but there's more to the picture son. he says
you'll play it on your broken guitar.
Every time I close my eyes,
Its like a Dark Paradise...
It killed me but I survived,
and
now I'm coming alive.
I'll
never be that girl again, no oh, oh.
My innocence is wearing thin,
but
my heart is growing strong.
so call me, call me, call me, Miss Movin On.
♥
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You be my Anchor I'll be your wings
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tell me something sweet
to get me by.
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tell me something sweet
to get me by.
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Give me a minute and
I'll change your mind.
Give me a bullet and I'll change your life.
Give me a bullet and I'll change your life.
