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Time will tell What time it is
Born alone, die alone, time is so, I don't know Slow than fast, blowing past, grown attached, to life alone Idle time, The devil's ground, mess around, and find a zone A mile wide, and getting out, is talked about, and I could go On and on, in a circle, inner circle, autobahn Nonchalant, the little Whirlpool, getting pulled to, drama thon Better ghost, than heaven's host, read and write, been read and wrote Every toast, is said with hope, so speak your mind, or get a quote Get in line, or never go, trade and eye, for treasure trove Wine and dine, with centerfold, a nine to five, forget it bro Lets not forget, it's all for fun, it's all been said, and all been done Through the maze, the dues you pay, are dollars flung, to I'll become All I've done, is all for love, of sport of course, it's not for none They often turn, to watch and learn, my fondest words, the honest ones Inside my head, supply of lead, to pencil everything, I have said Nine or ten, my rhymes again, I guess time will tell, what time it is
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