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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 standing here
No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting the grooves, no time
I had the blues this morning
I cried all day
I guess you lose the blues in the morning
If you cry the blues away
No time for making my moves, no time
No time for hitting the grooves, no time...