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(K.J.Garside / C.Gray) |
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Ten planes falling from the sky, |
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The setting sun leaves no trace, |
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My name was written in the sky, |
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But now there is no trace. |
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Yesterday's hymn serves me not, |
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Tick tock tick tock tick tock. |
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Shadow faces reaching for me, |
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Pretending they know what's best for me, |
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But I know that |
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I am their experiment, |
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I scare myself with paranoid talk. |
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Yesterday's hymn serves me not, |
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Tick tock tick tock tick tock. |
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I try to keep the whispered words at bay, |
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For they seem to feed into the mire, |
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I've lost all ability to make any choices, |
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I'm teetering in purgatory. |
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Yesterday's hymn serves me not, |
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Tick tock tick tock tick tock. |
