Candles and tambourines shine in the dusk
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Monkees and Spoonful float through the musk
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Why when you come here
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Does the rainbow turn black?
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Spitting and burning, the vision attacks
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But then the clock turns and its now
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and its you
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Ghosts from the river beg to get in
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Staining my windows with pictures of sin
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Sometimes the night time steals all your light
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Then in the morning the birds lift and fly
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But then the clock turns and its now
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and its you
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The Clock
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| The Go-Betweens |
