Piano and vocal
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Time, what time is it this time?
Am I late? I’m always early
Find your stride, open your eyes.
Everything’s the right way round, falling quickly someone catch me
Time is running out my timepiece ticking fast but nothing’s changing
Wish I’d finally reach the ground
My boyfriend he keeps on laughing
God knows what he finds so funny
He should share it out he’s selfish
I’ll leave him later on this time….what time? God what’s the time?
Am I late, I’m always early
Find your stride, open your eyes.
Everything’s the wrong way round, younger self you were so patient
Patience running out it’s fading
Younger self, self-doubting ageist
Turn back time and let me in
My boyfriend he keeps on laughing
God knows what he finds so funny
He should share it out he’s selfish
I’ll leave him later on this time….time…. God what’s the time?
Am I late? I’m late! I’m late! This time.
I’ve been chosen
So, hold back your roses
I don’t need their suffocating scent
I guess it would be nice though
I feel so lonely
Got no attention to hold me on this strawberry moon day.
And I have been chosen
So throw down your roses
I need every suffocating scent
I guess it’s kinda nice but
I feel so lonely
Got no attention to hold me on this strawberry moon day
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