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all by myself,
But now I know you found you another man

Oh, that's why I wonderin'
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Hey, sometimes I wonder,
How far to the river, mama, walk down by the sea
How far to the river, walk down by the sea
I got those tadpoles and minnows all in over me
in my bird of silver steel
Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
It's the rushing of my blood
That makes
Time and time and time again
Time after time after time
Round and round and round again
Time never waits
Time never ends
All of your life
All
Gold cardboard angels --- popcorn on string
One matchbox manger not fit for a King
Old decorations going back in their box
Down came the Christmas
and across the floor.
And times have changed. 
You're twenty-six now with a wife and kid of your own. 
And I'm not far behind you. 
And I can't help but
no one else had even seen 
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine 

A little matchbox circled by a rubberband 
And inside the ring from Walter
no one else had even seen 
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine 

A little matchbox circled by a rubberband 
And inside the ring from Walter
got a thick stab
Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny
Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's
Big trucks when I want to fuck and it's time
And stick them in your girly shoes,
And Dave replied well after all,
Why not at least use quarters,
So then you can make a phone call,

Its finally time, time
A quarter after two
Sittin' in my car, watching
Waiting on a train
Ninety-seven flatcars
Loaded down with troop trucks and tanks
Rolling by
Ask the girl of the hour by the water tower's watch
If your friends took a fall, are you obligated to follow

[Chorus]
Time after, time after
(Precious sacred seems unfold)
Twenty one boy twenty one
Now you were just a young feller son the night your mama died
You don't remember but we
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't want to be free

You get by if you kiss and tell
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was
orders Tupac Shakur checked himself out of
The hospital less than twenty four hours after being shot five times
On the way to a Manhattan recording
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was
LITTLE HIGHBALL
(Hank Mills)
« © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI »

When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do
I was sure I'd lose my
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was
sold
Want the serotonin to come home
Wake up, no luck
Telling time by lines of beer in my cup

Take away all my fun
You know you can tie a noose
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was
the key into the past
Make them see that all their true beloved ones,
In a time to come had love to conquer all
After twenty centuries
There was
Ask the girl of the hour by the water towers watch
If your friends took a fall, are you obligated to follow

Time after time after time
If your
a knife
You can cut them with a knife

Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was