Everything But the Girl - Time After Time Lyrics
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Time After Time
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What Are The Lyrics For Time After Time By Everything But the Girl?
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick
And think of you Caught up in circles confusion Is nothing new Flashback warm nights Almost left behind Suitcases of memories Time after Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear What you've said Then you say go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting Time after time After my picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray Watching through windows you're wondering If I'm o.k. Secrets stolen from deep inside The drum beats out of time If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting Time after time You said go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting Time after time Time after time Time after time Time after time |
Who Wrote Time After Time By Everything But the Girl?
Robert Hyman, Cyndi Lauper
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