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I've got the time to write a song About how we got along, A song about all the things you do. I've got the time to build a home In Greece, in Paris, or in Rome, I've got the time to make a garden too. I've got the time to write a song About the things that I did wrong, And all the things I never thought I'd do. I've got the time to start anew And learn the things I never knew, But I would rather spend that time with you. We'll live a dream you won't decline, I'll make it seem as if you're mine, I'll show you, you will see that I'm the man. I'll make you smile, I'll make you shine, I'll dance you while I have the line, But I cannot make you love me again. I've got the time to write a book About the heart that your hand took And in that book you never gave it back. The words I'll write will make you cry I'll publish it but it will lie Among the things you never got to pack I met you at a mall one day I'd rather take your pepper spray Than chase your ponytail like a prey You stop as if you've hit a wall What do you want? I'll do it all! Just do not ask me when I'll go away. We'll live a dream beyond divine, I'll make it seem as if you're mine, I'll show you magic, you just count to ten. You'd think that I would heal the pain I'd dance you but it's all in vain, I just cannot make you love me again. I just cannot make you love me again. (c) Chereal 2008 Mikhail Temkine |