[ELLIOT/COPLAND/DRISCOLL]
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Stealing a moment from Mr. Time
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He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime
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But it's all for show, all for show.
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Wearing your name and a number or two
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When the minute's up, so are you
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But everybody knows, everybody knows.
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Watching the hour from the light in his eyes,
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He waits for your soul to come in from the sky
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But it's lost below, lost below.
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Turning the Wheel of your destiny round,
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When the motion stops - no more sound,
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Does anybody care, anybody care.
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Where's the man, where's the child
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Wrapped together side by side.
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Who can tell you what to do,
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When Mr. Time has come for you.
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See the truth, hear the lies,
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Can there be no compromise
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And who can tell you what they knew,
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When Mr. Time has come for you.
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Is it a feeling of deja vu?
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When he points his finger calling you
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Is it illusion? Just an illusion
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Picking up seconds that fall to his feet
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He blows them away as rocks on his seat,
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Cool as his smile, his smile.
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Where's the man, where's the child
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Wrapped together side by side.
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Who can tell you what to do,
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When Mr. Time has come for you
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See the truth, hear the lies,
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Can there be no compromise
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And who can tell you what they knew,
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When Mr. Time has come for you.
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Mr. Time
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| Alan Parsons Project |
