There's a girl, lives across the street
She’s got this way of looking at me
When I close my eyes I see her face
It takes me away, away from this place
I wonder if she’ll be around by tomorrow
Time will tell, you know that’s for sure
Time is killing me
Time is killing me
Time is killing me
Something everyone’s gotta see
Where she comes from, don’t you know
A rotted old shack from across the road
You don’t want to get to know her
No, no, no!
It’s a hell of a lot easier to ignore her
I see her walking in her old blue jeans and wore out shoes
On a long lonely road that nobody knows
New days start for tomorrow’s end
And that’s the way it was, oh way back then
Time is killing me
Time is killing me
Time is killing me
Something everyone’s gotta see

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