Psycho-Babble Social Thread 22469

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TIME HAS TOLD ME, 'til there's no more to hide

Posted by trouble on April 23, 2002, at 0:03:33

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Time has told me
You're a rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore

So I'll leave the ways that are
Making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me
Love
What I really don't want to love

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'Til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making
you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you
Love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare, rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

Nick Drake
from Five Leaves Left
1970 Island Records

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