Partitions

Time After Time

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of youCaught up in circlesConfusion is nothing newFlashback, warm nightsAlmost left behindSuitcase of memoriesTime afterSometimes you picture meI’m walking too far aheadYou’re calling to me, I can’t hearWhat you’ve saidThen you say, « go slow »And I fall behindThe second hand unwindsIf you’re lost you can

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Little Wing

Well she’s walking through the cloudsWith a circus mind that’s running wildButterflies and zebrasAnd moonbeams and a fairy taleThat’s all she ever thinks aboutRiding the windWhen I’m sad she comes to meWith a thousand smiles she gives to me freeIt’s alright she says…it’s alrightTake anything you want from meAnythingFly on little wingYeah, yeah, yeahFly on

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Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flagThey’re red, white and blueAnd when the band plays « Hail to the Chief »They point the cannon at you, LordIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no senator’s son, sonIt ain’t me, it ain’t meI ain’t no fortunate oneSome folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don’t they

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