We were in a bar you and I, the room was dull and brown just like the sky. The clock went tick tock with its hands on my hands, conversation was a farce, we were off in cuckoo land. Everybody knows when you're wasting your time it's your own Does it matter though it always has been that way Any wind that blows can change the face of things as we know them Everybody knows Your time is your own Your time is your own The other day I slept for twenty-one hours, the bedroom was light and filled with fragrant flowers. My Subconscious needed to be left alone, I took the time to take my time and make myself at home. Everybody knows when you're wasting your time it's your own Does it matter though it always has been that way Any wind that blows can change the face of things as we know them Everybody knows Your time is your own Your time is your own
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