Time, don't run out on me
Gotta make you love me the way you used to do
Gotta get back the feeling and put wind in my sails
And chart a course that gets me back to you, back to you.
Oh, the lonely days, the lonely nights lookin' back in time
Time, don't run out on me.
I've gotta get back to where we used to be (where we used to be)
Time, don't run out on me, don't run out on me.
There's one more thing I gotta do before I pack it in
Gotta make the right moves,
Say the right thing to change your mind
And find a way to get you back again, back again.
All the wasted time, the lonely nights lookin' back in time
Time, don't run out on me.
I've gotta get back to where we used to be (where we used to be)
Time, don't run out on me.
Once I could catch your eye across the room
And know just what you were thinkin'
And when I held you in my arms, we'd dream as one
But those days are gone, somethin' went wrong
And when I wake up to the mornin' sun I find myself sayin'.
Time, don't run out on me,
don't run out on me,
don't run out on me.
Time, don't run out on me.
Time, don't run out on me.
I've gotta get back to where we used to be (where we used to be)
Time, don't run out on me (time don't run out on me.)
(Time, don't run out on me.)
(Time, don't run out on me.)
(Time, don't run out on me...)
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!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
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