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I wake up late again, but early for me
I rise in a bitter confusion
I leave on time, but the traffic jam runs in front of me
So I sip my coffee and I light a cigarette
I think, man, I’d really like to be in bed
But it’s that burden on my back that keeps me rollin’ down the track
Making time for things that have not yet been met

If I could find the time
If I could find the time

She wakes up late again, but early for her
Each day gets a little bit harder to justify
Cause the days are shorter as the leaves begin to turn
But the nights are, too
How could that be?
So she keeps her mind loose, and she keep her body tight
And she swears that this is just for a little while
But no matter where she goes, she can’t escape her self and so
The world keeps slipping by her, keeping her on file

If I could find the time
If I could find the time
If I could find the time
If I could find the time