The Last September - Precious Time | Текст песни

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• The Last September
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I'll hurry down the line one more time,
The tracks were never mine, never mind,
There's no truth in patience, only time,
And I'm only changing stations in my mind,

I know my confusion is my own,
And my heart's beating faster than before,

I tried to fix a drought by pouring wine,
But I'm still holding on to Precious Time,
I'm making like a greyhound likes to run,
And waiting for a ride that never comes,

I know my confusion is my own,
And my heart's beating faster than before.

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