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there is no time


So little time.                                                                                                                                                              So much to do.                                                                                                                                                          When the walls are falling down and it last brick makes its chime.                                                                 Everyone turns to you-looking for an answer to solve their problems.                                                            But what about you-you have problems too.                                                                                                  You're just as lost and confuse.                                                                                                                          But their looking for refuge                                                                                                                                  can you help them or not.                                                                                                                                       Can you let problems grow old and rot.                                                                                                               Then maybe it's time to stop.                                                                                                                        Cause when the wall falls down and the last brick makes its chime.                                                             There's no time...no time like tomorrow

 

 

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savigirl14
<p>wow</p>

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