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We talk about time, Does it exist? |
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Or is it just a word that I can dismiss? |
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There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) |
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I try not to listen |
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But it dictates everything little thing I do |
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From when I'm waking up |
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Until my day is through |
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And I'm always hearing that life doesn't last long |
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And that we better be get it all in before pass on |
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Some people say that we came from an explosion |
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That the door is closing we're only decomposing |
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Rotting like the body of a barrel in a lost tomb |
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Is that the end? Or is flesh and blood a costume? |
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Cause other folks say life lasts forever |
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That we're all lost sheep looking for the shepherd |
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Thus (??) the question (???) |
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Who's in control? And where do I fit into it? |
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Is it all chance like the odds in Vegas? |
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Or should we be on our knees praying God will save us? |
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I take the rock of ages |
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We struggle to define when... |
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Time means nothing |
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Time means nothing |
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The end of time |
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Time means nothing |
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The end of time |
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There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) |
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There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) |
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What if |
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We were the only specie |
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And we all evolved from the ocean and the deep sea? |
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Was it part of the plan to put a heart in a man? |
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And the capability to build a heart with his hands? |
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Are we drifting through space? |
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Untied like the shoelace? |
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Running a race with very few who place |
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Hittin the hyperdrive hope we don't collide |
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Going like a stone |
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Time is on my side |
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Imagine a place with no clicks from a clock |
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Nowhere to jump off |
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No cliffs and no rocks |
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Feel the tour of gravity |
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A hole or a cavity |
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Now go and take control of you soul and your sanity |
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It's easy to do |
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Count to twenty by twos |
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No need to book a flight look left look right |
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You can see the showers from the meteorites |
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No television screens and no media hype |
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I'll climb Orion's belt and grab hold of his kilt |
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And if my grip starts to slip I can yell for help |
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Or I can just let go |
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Who's with me? Let's go |
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You gotta close your eyes and follow the echo |
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Time means nothing |
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The end of time |
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Time means nothing |
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The end of time |
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There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) |
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There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) |
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End of time |