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No time for making my moves, no time

No time for hitting the grooves, no time



Summer comes and summers gone

Winter sings it's very sad song

The saddest part of all it seems

How we lose most of our dreams



No time for making my moves, no time

I got no time for hitting the booze, no time



The clock it turns at a rapid pace

And takes us to another place

The train it goes from here to there

Just left me standin' here



No time for making my moves, no time

I got no time for hitting my grooves, no time



I had the blues this mornin'

I cried all day

I guess you lose the blues in the mornin'

If you cry the blues away



I got no time for hitting my grooves, no time

No time for making my moves, no time

No time and nothin' to lose

I got no time for hittin' the booze, no time



Lets go man, hmmm i got no time

I got no no no no n n n no no time, no time