I hang on, dont want to miss my prime
cuase time will fly, upon my babys back
time will fly, upon my babys back
stay a while, my baby begs me so
dont you go, by baby begs me so
but tide will dry, upon my babys back
i get weak
i get weary
i miss sleep
i get moody
im in thoughts
i write songs
im in love
i walk on
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