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ABRA MOORE
The rider rides with a clickety-click And the timer stops for a second or two You got your hands in your pockets, and you're lookin' ahead You got no time, you draw the fine line But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air He don't care He's got them angels from below, they'll keep his time Ever true Time isn't after you You can't hold on to it or keep pushing away Just sitting around in your wishing well Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same The poet throws her words in the air She don't care She's got them angels from below, they'll keep her words Ever true Speak to me in the way that you do And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket Push me in your way, and you hold me down You hold me, hold me, hold me I kinda like that. The lightning pushes on through the air We don't care We've got those angels from below, they'll keep our time Ever true Time's tickin' away You got no time You draw that fine line Between you and me
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