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This song is about getting over it. And getting over it in a hurry. Does it hurt? You bet. Does it still hurt? Every day. But life is too short. I just don't have time to wear it on my sleeve anymore. Maybe they call that "growing up." But given it's db we're talking about, I wonder. Meant to be a buried track on the album, it came out pretty cool and wound up in the number two position. Philip Sterk (drums), Jack Ritzman (guitars), John Thompson (John Thompson), and me (guitars, vocals).
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AIN’T GOT TIME
Well I loved you
On the day we met
And yours is a face that I know
I’ll never forget
Well you had me at hello
Now here I am drink in my hand
Where in the hell did you go
There’s times I wanna die
But I ain’t got time
Ain’t got time to cry
The alarm clock
Rings at 6am
And I know I got to get up tomorrow
And do it again
It’s a bitch now
For an honest working man
And I’m under the gun but I know
I done the best that I can
I know
You don’t mean to sound cold
But we had what we had when we had it
A long time ago
She’s gone now
And I guess life goes on
And I’m home all alone with nothing to show but this song
© 2003 Donny Brazile
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