it is time

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it's time
it comes from time to time
it comes in your life or mine
it paints your skies in grey from blue
it makes you change from rock to blues.

do you remember?
oh do you remember
as May transfered in November?
when was you frustrated
not only sad?
when was you betrayed
by your own friend?

it's time. it's time again
to throw a phonebook in a flame
and try to find a new desire
because old one are burning in a fire.

(27.05.2014)


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