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Time, time's growing in the place. Time, time's walking on pace. Last breath, something strange. Nothing but lost in pain. Chase dreams, bright and gold. No way to be told. Step out, learn the sound. Gentle feet in the ground. On time, step out, step outside. Shine in, side by side. Old feel, open streets. Clear, a music breeze above the streets. On time's round and flow. Bass drop, soft and low. On time's broken face. Beat time, ends by pace. Old time's grace and grace. New peace on this place. Inside the breaking dawn. Raising the floor and so long. On time, breath in stone. Quiet tone, got this song. On time's open tea. Breaking down, the vacant free. On time's time, step out. On time's day is now. Step up, feel the bass. Time, time's growing into grace. On time's waveline, grace in flow. Left time, nowhere to go. Old time's breaking free. Simple words surviving me. On time's round and round. Safe inside, on this sound. Proud times-