I gaze an eye on those two hands that spin the time.
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The hands are drenched in syrup, a seemingly endless time.
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I'll wait and see. I'll wait and see, but there's no use
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because nothing ever happens, nothing, when boredom rears its ugly head.
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YESTERDAY CAME AND WENT AWAY. NEVER CARED TO SAY GOODBYE.
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I start my quest for the holy remote control,
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which runs the day on fast-forward, and skips those boring parts.
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I'm wasting time, I wish I had something more important
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to waste my time on, but I have not, as boredom rears its ugly head.
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YESTERDAY CAME AND WENT AWAY. NEVER CARED TO SAY GOODBYE.
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I'm busy sleeping my day away. Fully scheduled, that's a lie.
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Yesterday came and went away. Never cared to say goodbye.
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YESTERDAY WAS LIKE ANY OTHER DAY. BOREDOM REARED ITS UGLY HEAD.
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The Quest
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| Adhesive |
