GJC boyle

Where dose time really go once it has past
Time is time
Is there such a thing as bad timing
Why dose it fly when were having fun
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Wind was blowing through the trees
I could hear the rustling of their leaves
The morning sun sneaking through the clouds
Birds singing morning sounds
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Would you like visit the stars
What about mercury
Or even mars
There is not that much space between us
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We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
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One won two too to three
Four fore for
Five six seven
Eight ate
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Is it true birds fly south for the winter
Wish i was a bird for just one day
I would fly to and perch on your window
My baby bird flew away
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Please stop the damage is done
Or do you enjoy this
Is this your idea of fun
I am hanging on to reality by a tread
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Winter is closed for another year
Spring has sprung upon us
Was the winter kind to you
I miss winter now its gone laying by the fire
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Can you show me the way
Cause i dream of better days
I now they are there
But searched i cant not find them anywhere
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Staring into the night
Come on shooting stars
Let me with on you
Remove these scars
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Goodbye my friend
I have to say goodbye my friend
Cause you never respond to anything i send
Oh some times you might
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Do you believe love is free
Have you not heard of the birds and the bees
Are you even listening to me
Nothing is free not even the air we breathe
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One door closes another one opens
But i have lost my keys though
I know through the window
Now i am in
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Writing line by line
Can i capture the truth in rhyme
You tell me okay its fine
Whats fine my writings or the rhymes
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Piece by piece
Little by little
I am stranded i am stuck in the middle
Up down do you know
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So hot here even the trees are looking for shade
Come on they scream we do this all year
Without being paid
The tar is lifting of the road
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Go got to go
But these days drag on ever so slow
I am taking a plane west
Running is what i do best
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Falling to pieces
Fold up in creases
Baron trees bending with breeze
No wonder they have no leaves
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If i fall will there be a net
If i let go will i forget
What if i jumped would i die
If you saw me again would you cry
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I wrote a love song but i cant sing
Drift away hanging from rope swing
The afternoon sun breaks through the leaves
Knowing what i know now nothings what is seems
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