Shirley Eikhard - It Takes Time Lyrics
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It Takes Time
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What Are The Lyrics For It Takes Time By Shirley Eikhard?
It takes time to move a mountain, it takes time for love to be
You're never really caged in, but you're never really free It takes time for all the answers to be dealt with properly And everybody knows that it takes time Now something like the seasons, people sometimes change Their actions and their reasons, though the feelings stay the same Working out their troubles, now, looking for peace of mind And everybody knows that it takes time It takes time to move a mountain, it takes time for love to be You're never really caged in, but you're never really free It takes time for all the answers to be dealt with properly And everybody knows that it takes time Well, I believe in freedom and I believe in change 'Cause if we move too fast, you know, confusion will remain It don't seem long for happiness to give you peace of mind And everybody knows that it takes time It takes time to move a mountain, it takes time for love to be You're never really caged in, but you're never really free It takes time for all the answers to be dealt with properly And everybody knows that it takes time Time to move a mountain, it takes time for love to be You're never really caged in, but you're never really free It takes time for all the answers to be dealt with properly And everybody knows that it takes time |
Who Wrote It Takes Time By Shirley Eikhard?
Shirley Eikhard
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What's The Duration Of The It Takes Time By Shirley Eikhard?The duration of It Takes Time is 2:23 minutes and seconds. |
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