Partly Yours - Tim Hardin, Jim Cuomo

    Always making time have meaning
    Holding back the arms of fate
    Rolling in a roadway leaving
    On a neighbors iron gate
    Morning holds the smile of spring
    Life is real and I'm still here
    Only time and burning fear
    Have the heart to go on being
    Poorly done in too much time
    Partly yours
    Partly mine
    No blame turning out mistakes
    I still cry and lie awake

    Marco Giunco
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