Time
The turn of your head puts a thought in mine
You walk in the airport, all I think of is time
Time, distance, weeks, months
I got 3 more here till im done
Done, back in your arms, your loving embrace
Then three months more and im back in this race
Race with time, race to you,
Race to finish college, that’s all I wanna do
Get a degree, first in my family
That’s something that makes this time worth my time
Because after that diploma reaches my hand, im off to work, off to the real world
The turn of your head puts a thought in mine
But after I finish college, all we’ll have is time
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