Track 4153/6Don't Be Late

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Cashly waiting for an alibi My obsession, don't you know? In a world drenched with confusion This is a love that you can grow Take my hand and tighten your grip Pull yourself out of your box Pick it up, but don't you trip Coming back and counting clocks One, two, coming back for you Three, four, future's knocking at my door Five, six, the past don't stick Seven, eight, the present, don't be late Cashly waiting for an alibi My obsession, don't you know? In a world drenched with confusion This is a love that you can grow Take my hand and tighten your grip Pull yourself out of your box Pick it up, but don't you trip Coming back and counting clocks One, two, coming back for you Three, four, future's knocking at my door Five, six, the past don't stick Seven, eight, the present, don't be late One, two, coming back for you Three, four, future's knocking at my door Five, six, the past don't stick Seven, eight, the present, don't be late