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Time is a monster that lives in our clocks |
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It's heartless and shows no remorse |
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Consuming our future as we fight |
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That hundred year war |
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Time is a soldier steady and true |
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Relentlessly trudging along |
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And time takes no prisoners |
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Nothing but time marches on |
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Time is a weapon, it's cold and it's cruel |
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It knows no religion and plays by no rules |
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Time has no conscience, when it's all said and done |
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Like a beast in the jungle that devours it's young |
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You can burn up the highway fly like the wind |
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Run down those long shiny rails |
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But time's right behind you like a hound dog |
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That's hot on your trail |
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But we're all in the same boat so just hold on |
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And ride to the end of the line |
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Time waits for no one |
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Everyone runs out of time |
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Time is a weapon, it's cold and it's cruel |
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It knows no religion and plays by no rules |
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Time has no conscience, when it's all said and done |
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Like a beast in the jungle that devours it's young |