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Martina McBride - It's My Time lyrics
Red sun sittin' on the road behind her A hundred miles out of her hometown Drops a quarter in a beat up pay phone Listens to it rattle on down Voices cold as the phone she's holding The connections way too clear He's yelling "where's my dinner" She's too far gone to care She says a listen here Chorus There's a time to stand and the time is now or never A time to fly, to let go forever A time to grow, and a time to discover Life is precious every second You've wasted mine and it's my time She puts a few more miles between them He pours a distance of his own Starts talking to the bottle It's all thats left now she's gone He rages on 'till the national anthem Come on his TV Then he looks straight at he bottle And says you did this to me And then he screams Repeat Chorus Its my time, its my time, its my time And time is what you make it Its my time, its my time, its my time And time is what you're taking Repeat Chorus |
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