Time Stands Still
© 1999 Don Henry/Craig Carothers
Violets and Belladonna around her room
I lie here spellbound on a grey afternoon, late afternoon
She loves me not, she loves me
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I’m a feather on her whim, can’t wait ‘til
We’re together once again and time stands still
She loves me not, she loves me, it’s understood
And I will stay because we got it so good, yeah, it’s so good
Outside the leaves are burning
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Outside the leaves are burning, the moon appears
Soon she will be returning, the moment is near, the moment is here
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