E
A
E
A
E
A
E
A
E
A
E
No time for making my moves, no time
A
E
No time for hitting the grooves, no time
E
A
Summer comes and summers gone
E
A
Winter sings it’s very sad song
E
A
The saddest part of all it seems
E
A
How we lose most of our dreams
E
A
E
No time for making my moves, no time
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E
I got no time for hitting the booze, no time
E
A
The clock it turns at a rapid pace
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A
And takes us to another place
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A
The train it goes from here to there
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A
Just left me standing here
E
A
E
No time for making my moves, no time
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E
No time for hitting the grooves, no time
E
A
I had the blues this morning
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A
I cried all day
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A
I guess you lose the blues in the morning
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A
If you cry the blues away
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E
No time for making my moves, no time
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E
No time for hitting the grooves, no time
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