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Fourteenth Tim D Ryan
Fourteenth
Are you okay? You’re turning blue,
Something doesn’t feel right.
You’ll be fine, you’ll come through.
Just stay awake tonight.
Just don’t close your eyes.
We still got seventeen days to go
Just don’t close your eyes.
Still got seventeen days to go.
You’re getting better, all the time
So the clock ticks slower.
Now I know that you’ll be fine.
So the clock ticks slower.
Just don’t close your eyes,
We still have fourteen days to go.
(To get through this together.)
Just don’t close your eyes,
We still have fourteen days to go.
A ballad (this ballad) for the priceless picture on your face.
A ballad (this ballad) for the priceless picture on your face.
(We were so close, yet so far away. We were…we were.)
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