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I'll tell you what |
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I hope you find |
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What it is you're after |
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And as for me |
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I will be |
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Dreaming still of clocks all growing like fruit on my fingers' branches |
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And I'm thinking of things I will need in the past |
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Tell me, where's the use in that? |
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It's no use to regret |
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And yet |
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The future sure didn't look like this when we first met |
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I'll tell you what |
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Time is not: |
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An arrow moving forward |
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No, I wade in seas |
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Of memories |
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I turn each moment slowly round beneath the amber light |
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Til I can't see what it was to start with, or which version is right |
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In the maze that is my mind |
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(i'm not so good at goodbyes) |
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Deep summer grass |
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Your hair is tousled like a windblown pirate flag |
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A swirl of color, smoke and ash |
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Our time's been had |
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The clocks are sinking to the bottom of the bank |
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But i'm always looking back |
