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I packed my bag for a weekend away
From the rush and the noise of the daily grind
Found myself in this sleepy town
Where the clocks all seem to run behind
Old men playing cards at the corner store
Kids on bikes with no place to go
Everyone's got that easy smile
Like they know something I don't know
Time moves slow in vacation town
Where the world can't catch you if you don't run
Time moves slow in vacation town
But it still moves on
Still moves on
The waitress at the diner knows my name
Though I've only been here three days
She fills my cup without asking
Says this place has magic ways
Met a girl at the old lighthouse
We talked until the sun came up
She said she'd been here twenty years
Still feels like she just showed up
Time moves slow in vacation town
Where the world can't catch you if you don't run
Time moves slow in vacation town
But it still moves on
Still moves on
We think we can escape the clock
Find a place where moments last
But every paradise has its ending
And nothing good was meant to last
Sunday morning check-out time
The real world's calling my name
But I learned something in this quiet place
That nothing ever stays the same
Time moves slow in vacation town
Where the world can't catch you if you don't run
Time moves slow in vacation town
But it still moves on
Still moves on
Still moves on
Time still moves on
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Time still moves on
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Time still moves on
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