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Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Everything you did or say, I'm hooked on you.

Time passes by linear for those who don't enjoy the rhythm. Those who don't have fun, don't live. We're tired of the routine, it's time to celebrate.

Time passes by linear.

Everything you did or say, I'm hooked on you.

Tick-tock, it's two to four and I'm still waiting for you. No more regrets, don't look for me, cause I'll be on another frequency, I'm tired of waiting. I hope one day you wake up and see that I'm no longer available, I got to the point where I feel exhausted. I'm giving up on you.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

Time passes by linear.

I don't know how to deal with this.

Everything you did or say, I'm hooked on you.

I spend days and nights waiting for your call, but I'm fed up, I give up on you.

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