Don't wanna be delayed baby
Don't wanna make you wait baby
This might be our last chance
Every moment we waste
By traffic and phone calls
Might make us miss our window
Fate only helps us so much
We still gotta be in the right place in the right time
I need to be near you, I need you next to me
This run-around faith is alright but clearly a game
You've got your own path laid out
You've got to do your list of things
But our love is suffering
Think what it could be
With mornings and evenings
And no countdown running, we'll lie in the sun
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