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decided to become a year
(I love you, dear)

For sixty seconds every minute, sixty minutes every hour
Every hour, every day, every day, every week
In my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower
Waiting for my finest hour
In my secret garden, I still believe after all
I still believe
I'm alone in a world where love used to be
There are six lonely hours before dawn and each one is a lifetime since you are gone
I can't face up
restrain
Crate the obscene, 
You can set me free

Sense predict the scorn
The hour of peace is gone
The one I see, 
A blind deaf fool forever be
Week by week, day by day
You got me changin' in so many ways
Thinking of you i feel the call
Somebody get a doctor
I'm starting to fall

I get
follow me anywhere but here

two weeks and six days
and seven hours late
practicing saying goodbye
while I wait
there's never enough time
to make it
mountains one by one

And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I
laboring man.

Six long days each week I toil and I sweat
But on Sunday my family gives me comfort and rest
Then again Monday morning I'll make tracks in
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous

Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take
look like you're part of a conspiracy 
  
Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats 
Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over 
They're stopping
only knows

Let night fall, let the hours go by
The days pass on and here stand I

The days flow ever on
The weeks pass by in vain
Time never will return
daughter's only here
For six weeks ever summer and Christmas every other year.

The role of part-time mother it's the toughest role I play
Oh, my name's up
only knows

Let night fall, let the hours go by
The days pass on and here stand I

The days flow ever on
The weeks pass by in vain
Time never will return
the prophet told me he saw? 
You gave it to me but I really don't want it 
I came out on top by the luck of the draw 
'Cause a week is a month and an hour
The Creator gives you the week, give Him back an hour. 

8, Choose your companions carefully. You are what they are. 

9, Avoid following the crowd. 
Be
My poor Mom was in labor 12 hours 
And I was born around 6:00 AM
For the time it took her to bring me in this world, 
You'd've thought the girl
In Newry Town I was bred and born
In Steven's Green now I'll die in scorn.
I served my time to the saddling trade
But I turned out to be, I turned
stood in line and left my name
took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
said they'd let me know
I put in my
Only thing on my mind is gettin' back to my baby again

How far to Waco
Two hundred miles to New Mexico
Albuquerque by mornin' light
Six hours
Time to go 
Years go by 
Didn't really say that much at all 
And moments just fly 
Didn't ever really touch at all 
Weeks always run down 
Didn't
Watch them as they're praying
Pray the sun away

Burn the emerald towers
The cowards and thorns
I stand by my conviction
I leave this earth scorn
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change

I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
the week
Give Him back an hour
8, choose your companions carefully
You are what they are

9, avoid following the crowd
Be an engine, not a caboose
10,