Time Is Running Wild
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(J. Lyon/Nicholson/G. Tallent)
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I found my mother leafing through
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A book of photographs
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And with the rustle of each page
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She heard a young boy's laugh
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Then she turned and looked at me
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Said, "Son, I feel so old"
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And in that moment I could see
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All the years take hold
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Time is running wild again
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Stirring up the past
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Days I thought would never end
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Have flown away so fast
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The old man in the mirror
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Well, he only sees a child
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Time is running wild
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They buried my father in a blue serge suit
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That I'd never seen him wear
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I still see him in his fishing clothes
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With the sea wind in his hair
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They carved his name on a small brass plaque
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On a pier out in the bay
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A storm came by in early spring
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And blew it all away
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Time is running wild again
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Stirring up the past
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Days I thought would never end
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Have flown away so fast
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The old man in the mirror
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Well, he only sees a child
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Time is running wild
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We're all born to innocence
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Free to run and play
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We never see the road behind us
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Crumbling away
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Time is running wild again
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Stirring up the past
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All those days I thought would never, never end
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They've flown away so fast
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Now when I look in the mirror
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Still I only see a child
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Time is running wild
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Time is running wild
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Time is running wild
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Time Is Running Wild
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Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes |