The clock in the hall is louder now
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I don’t know what to do about it
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As I hear it make its metronomic rounds
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There’s nothing I can do about it
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With its constant tick, like the footsteps of someone approaching
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I don’t want to meet
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She’s a messenger with the message my journey is over
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And I failed to make it
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Time’s not my friend anymore
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My dreams at night are stranger now
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And I don’t know what to do about it
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In every scene you’re taken away from me
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And there’s nothing I can do about it
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I am running from the footsteps of someone approaching
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I don’t want to meet
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She’s a messenger
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With the message my journey is over
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And I failed to make it
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Time’s not my friend anymore
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Failure
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
