We all have a time
And we all get in line
We all wait to shine
We all look around
I saw my sunshine
In the depths of a night
She would fall back in line
Because we all have a time
Now I've lost that sense of sublime
I'm all alone by the finish line
Being told to get back out
They're all up by a mile
Being in love just isn't worthwhile
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