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Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
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Before time can draw the line |
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And cut you down to her size |
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Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
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Tell me how long will it take |
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Before you finally realize |
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That the carnival is over |
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And you've seen much better days |
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You have wasted too much time |
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Into many different plays |
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You deny the possibility |
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Of growing old |
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You are filled with false humility |
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You're much too bold |
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Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
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Before time can draw the line |
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And cut you down to her size |
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Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
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Tell me how long will it take |
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Before you finally realize |
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That you're in this game same as me |
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Although you think you're not |
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When you try to rise above it all |
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You get just what you got |
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It seems to me you're slipping |
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You seem slightly unnerved |
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When you finally see yourself |
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You get what you deserve |
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Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
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Before time can draw the line |
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And cut you down to her size |
|
Beat the clock. Try to make it stop |
|
Tell me how long will it take |
|
Before you finally realize |
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That the carnival is over |
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And you've seen much better days |
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You have wasted too much time |
|
Into many different plays |
|
You deny the possibility |
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Of growing old |
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You are filled with false humility |
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You're much too bold |
