| Song | Twelve-Thirty |
| Artist | Wilson Phillips |
| Album | Dedicated |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.98] | I used to live in New York City; |
| [00:09.97] | Everything there was dark and dirty. |
| [00:17.70] | Outside my window was a steeple |
| [00:25.83] | With a clock that always said twelve-thirty. |
| [00:34.25] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [00:42.55] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [00:50.60] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [00:59.00] | And I can't keep myself from talking. |
| [01:07.30] | At first so strange to feel so friendly - |
| [01:13.60] | To say good morning and really mean it - |
| [01:23.46] | To feel these changes happening in me, |
| [01:31.40] | But not to notice till I feel it. |
| [01:39.90] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [01:48.32] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [01:56.39] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [02:04.63] | And I can't keep myself from talking. |
| [02:13.86] | Cloudy waters cast no reflection; |
| [02:20.35] | Images of beauty lie there stagnant. |
| [02:29.21] | Vibrations bounce in no direction, |
| [02:37.01] | And lie there shattered into fragments. |
| [02:45.53] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [02:50.16] | (Young girls are in the canyon) |
| [02:53.91] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [02:58.10] | (In the mornings I can see them walking) |
| [03:02.10] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [03:06.96] | (Can no longer keep my blinds drawn) |
| [03:10.21] | And I can't keep myself from talking... |
| [00:01.98] | I used to live in New York City |
| [00:09.97] | Everything there was dark and dirty. |
| [00:17.70] | Outside my window was a steeple |
| [00:25.83] | With a clock that always said twelvethirty. |
| [00:34.25] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [00:42.55] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [00:50.60] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [00:59.00] | And I can' t keep myself from talking. |
| [01:07.30] | At first so strange to feel so friendly |
| [01:13.60] | To say good morning and really mean it |
| [01:23.46] | To feel these changes happening in me, |
| [01:31.40] | But not to notice till I feel it. |
| [01:39.90] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [01:48.32] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [01:56.39] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [02:04.63] | And I can' t keep myself from talking. |
| [02:13.86] | Cloudy waters cast no reflection |
| [02:20.35] | Images of beauty lie there stagnant. |
| [02:29.21] | Vibrations bounce in no direction, |
| [02:37.01] | And lie there shattered into fragments. |
| [02:45.53] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [02:50.16] | Young girls are in the canyon |
| [02:53.91] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [02:58.10] | In the mornings I can see them walking |
| [03:02.10] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [03:06.96] | Can no longer keep my blinds drawn |
| [03:10.21] | And I can' t keep myself from talking... |
| [00:01.98] | I used to live in New York City |
| [00:09.97] | Everything there was dark and dirty. |
| [00:17.70] | Outside my window was a steeple |
| [00:25.83] | With a clock that always said twelvethirty. |
| [00:34.25] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [00:42.55] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [00:50.60] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [00:59.00] | And I can' t keep myself from talking. |
| [01:07.30] | At first so strange to feel so friendly |
| [01:13.60] | To say good morning and really mean it |
| [01:23.46] | To feel these changes happening in me, |
| [01:31.40] | But not to notice till I feel it. |
| [01:39.90] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [01:48.32] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [01:56.39] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [02:04.63] | And I can' t keep myself from talking. |
| [02:13.86] | Cloudy waters cast no reflection |
| [02:20.35] | Images of beauty lie there stagnant. |
| [02:29.21] | Vibrations bounce in no direction, |
| [02:37.01] | And lie there shattered into fragments. |
| [02:45.53] | Young girls are coming to the canyon, |
| [02:50.16] | Young girls are in the canyon |
| [02:53.91] | And in the mornings I can see them walking. |
| [02:58.10] | In the mornings I can see them walking |
| [03:02.10] | I can no longer keep my blinds drawn, |
| [03:06.96] | Can no longer keep my blinds drawn |
| [03:10.21] | And I can' t keep myself from talking... |