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Tempus Non Fugit2020 Milwaukee, WI
F C Eb Bb G We whittle away these days that have no name F C Eb Bb G The clouds move past my shoulder just the same F C Eb Bb G Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Chorus: F G A No finish line in sight F G A Don't matter if I'm straight or high F G A The balls don't bounce no more F G Bb G The doctors are keeping score... We know everything, but there's nothing we can do The light box tells us how, when, why or who We're all cooped up from Lima to Timbuktu Chorus Jam The winds of Spring must cleanse us from this curse Beofre panic and pressure leave us ten times worse So let the folds of peace and patience now unfurl
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