this is the time of day
the visitors come around
we walked hand in hand
this is the place full of never ending sounds
thoughts do scream in the wind

still i can pretend that i’m happy
few things do matter to me
now she’s running wild
and acting like a child
i can pretend
that i’m happy

for the second time
she don’t come around
she's leaving only false hope
and if someone said
she won’t  be here
i’d smash his face against the wall

still i can pretend that i’m happy
few things do matter to me
now she’s running wild
and acting like a child
baby baby

it’s the time of the year
i was so alone
hear me baby
it’s the time of the year
so far from home
it’s the time of the year

out of time
out of place
it’s such a cruel scenario
it’s so cruel
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