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Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist |
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Telling you softly of the minutes you've missed |
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Kneeling down with your head in the bowl |
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Telling yourself, there should never be days like this |
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Just when you thought that you had it down |
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You woke up dreaming of cocaine and clowns |
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Everybody knew that you sang the blues |
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No one could guess that you would sing them like this |
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Chorus |
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Smoke and ashes |
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Smoke and ashes |
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A comet burns and then it crashes |
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Smoke and ashes |
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You spilled the beans on friday night |
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Now monday's here and there's no one in sight |
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But, hey, that's the price that you've got to pay |
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For letting yourself get your own way |
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Chorus |
