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A7Well the smart money's on Harlow and the Dmoon is in the street
And the shaGdow boys are A7breaking all the Dlaws
And you're eaGst of East Saint A7Louis and the Dwind is making speeches
And the raGin sounds like a round of appA7sus4lause A7
A7And Napoleon is weeping in a Dcarnival saloon
His inGvisible A7fiancee's in the Dmirror
And the baGnd is going hoA7me, it's raining haDmmers, it's raining nails
And it's trGue there's nothing left for A7sus4him down hereA7
CHORUS:
A7And it's tiDme tiA7me tiDme,
and it's tiGme Bm/Etime A7sus4time A7
And it's tiDme F#mtime tiGme
that you loEmve
(opakovat)
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors "Are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit
CHORUS:Oh it`s time...
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again
CHORUS:Oh it`s time...