Time Machine

My mother is a Time Machine
putting ballads on my knees
always complains about my clothes
telling me don't pick you nose

I with that i could see her there
when she got ribbons in her hair
then i could go ahead and say
i know you when you old and gray

my toys they break so fast
they turn into vintage of the lost
i know then when they fall apart
i will keep them close by
yes even when they fall apart
keep them close by



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Ridha, Jean Michel Jarre
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