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I sit tight, don't want to miss the show
I hang on, don't want to miss my prime
Time will fly, upon my baby's back
Time will fly, upon my baby's back

Stay a while, my baby wants me to
Don't you go, my baby begs me so
But tide will dry, upon my baby's back
Tide will dry, upon my baby's back

And I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

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