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Patty lives up in the attic now |
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Her feet rarely touching the ground |
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Haunted by waltzes with Harry |
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Harry's hat hanging here in the hall |
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Memories fading for patty now |
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There?s nothing and no one to trust |
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Just the tick and the tock |
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Of the damnable clock |
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As the world that she does turns to dust |
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Patty stays up in her attic now |
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In silence except for the sound |
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Of the tick and the tock |
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Of the damnable clock |
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While the world that she knows disappears |
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Drinking in riddles |
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Waving to trains |
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Waving to trains that no longer run |
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Thinking in riddles |
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And waving to trains |
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Waving to trains that no longer run |
