Db's - That Time Is Gone Lyrics

<!-- Page Code:RGincyAtiFRoYXQgVGltZSBJcyBHb25liEx5cmljcw== --> When you're standing on the first step of the busAnd you're asking yourself what are you doing this forAnd you hand the man the ticket, find a place to sitTry to rest on a night headed NorthAnd you settle in your seat and your mind startsTripping on what it is you may be running fromYou better wake up, wake up, wake upThat time is
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