Time Is All We Got - Blinded Black

With a lit ciggarette

Smoke up all of your regret

I’ll write you a novel

For every mistake that you made

Just another fashion trend

The critics scream for what has been

Dying and previewed

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With a single ciggarette

You’ll burn a hole right through your dress

So you’ve packed your bags

And I try to stop

You as you walk out the door

I’m begging for, I’m begging for

A quarter past the dot

Time is all we got

Right down in front of your door

For every mile that I drive

I’ll turn the clocks back in time

Four years and two days

This machine is saving

Well if I failed to mention

We’re only here to mention apart

And I can’t explain just how I feel

Fighting and stalling

Our master plan’s falling

So you’ve packed your bags

And I try to stop

You as you walk out the door

I’m begging for, I’m begging for

A quarter past the dot

Time is all we got

Right down in front of your door

(Screams in background)

I’m begging for a change

Four years and two days away

I’m begging for a change

Four years and two days

So you’ve packed your bags

And I try to stop

You as you walk out the door

I’m begging for, I’m begging for

A quarter past the dot

Time is all we got

Right down in front of your door

I’m begging for, I’m begging for