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Abra Moore lyrics - Sweet chariot



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The rider rides with a clickety-click
   And the timer stops for a second or two
   You got your hands in your pockets, and you\'re lookin\' ahead
   You got no time, you draw the fine line
  
   But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air
   He don\'t care
   He\'s got them angels from below, they\'ll keep his time
   Ever true
  
   Time isn\'t after you
   You can\'t hold on to it or keep pushing away
   Just sitting around in your wishing well
   Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same
  
   The poet throws her words in the air
   She don\'t care
   She\'s got them angels from below, they\'ll keep her words
   Ever true
  
   Speak to me in the way that you do
   And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket
   Push me in your way, and you hold me down
   You hold me, hold me, hold me
   I kinda like that.
  
   The lightning pushes on through the air
   We don\'t care
   We\'ve got those angels from below, they\'ll keep our time
   Ever true
  
   Time\'s tickin\' away
   You got no time
   You draw that fine line
   Between you and me.


Abra Moore lyrics - Sweet chariot


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