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She was sitting on the curb

Staring down the rode

Thinking of the day she'd leave

To chase the dreams she held

And make a life of her own

She says,



It's only time until it's gone

So I'm packing my bags

And I'm leaving home

It's been great

But it's time to go out on my own

And chase down the dreams I hold



He goes to his job

Every morning it's the same routine

Always wishing he'd chased his dream

Writing songs for the LA scene

And live the life he's never seen

He says,



It's only time until it's gone

So I'm packing my bags

And I'm leaving home

It's been great

But it's time to go out on my own

And chase down the dreams I hold



Don't count out your dreams

If you can feel them

Don't count out your dreams

If you can feel them

Don't count out your dreams

Cause life is too short



It's only time until it's gone

So you're packing my bags

And you're leaving home

It's been great

But it's time to go out on your own

And chase down the dreams you hold



It's only time then it's gone

So my bags are packed

And I'm leaving home

It's time to be on my own