I am your clock
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I am your religion
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I am your shotgun mechanical bride
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nothing is done without my approval
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I own you
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I decide how long you sleep
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And how much rest
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You are ever allowed
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I decide what you desire
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I deny you time to think
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I am the mirror of constant humiliation
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That follows and shadows you
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Wherever you go
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And blocks out the light
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At the end of every tunnel yo try
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Be on time
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Be on schedule
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Always feel
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Like you're always late
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And need more scolding and punishment
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Do not daydream
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Do not dilly-dally
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Do not fall behind
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Wings are flapping right behind you
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You know what's coming next
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As I swoop down like a hungry owl
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And sink my talons into your back
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And drag you back to square one again
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The pain gets a little worse every time
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Crash
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Crumple
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Do not pass go
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Do not collect
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Your dignity and your self respect
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Give up
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It's over
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Now time allowed
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To try something you like
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The bills were all due yesterday
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You've failed
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You're through
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First we form our habits, then they form us
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We dress up as someone else every day
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Gingerbread houses
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Fireplace surprises
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What tastes the best
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The witches won't let you have
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These days, having a baby
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Is like what having a BMW used to be
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While they're asleep
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Play those New Age cssettes
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To transmit subliminal messages
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I like Mom
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I like school
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I like to study
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I like rules
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I am the school teacher
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Who yelled at you for not paying attention
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And shame you in front of the entire class
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And dragged you around the room by the hair
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This is what happens to boys and girls
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Whose penmanship is messy
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Be neat, like the others
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Follow orders
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Obey what is put in front of you
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Imagination is the ultimate sin
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You can't be creative the rest of your life
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Your counselor wants a word with you
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If you liked school, you'll love work
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Resign yourself to a job you'll hate
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Get a hobby-but keep it in the garage
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Shove yourself into a slot
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Despise your ides
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Despise your ideas
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Your boss knows best
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We can't all do what we want to do
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Always settle for what you're told to expect
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Do not take chances
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You might fail
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You might fail
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You don't want to find out the hard way
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How our society treats
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The misfits who make mistakes
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Bad
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Failure
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Bad
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Failure
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Homeless
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Depression
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Mental hospitals
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Murder
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Born on the cutting room floor
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Die in the bin by the door
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Hypothermia of the spirit
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Why do people chase
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So many useless toys
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In search of the perfect baby sitter
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"For just $19.95 and just thirteen minutes of your busy day,
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You can have the full, rich experience of of parenthood
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Without the mess of the real thing. It's called `Video Baby.'
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Creative Programming, Inc., offer all of the enjoyment-
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And none of the commitment."
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I am your calendar
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There is no escape
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I am why you're afraid
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To respect yourself
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I led you down garden path after path
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With carrots on a stick
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I'll let you taste but never embrace
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Peek in the wrong door, I slam it on your fingers
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Go back
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Adventure is not allowed
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Go back-not allowed!
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I leave you exhausted, henpecked and afraid
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Never quite enough money
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Never enough nerve
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To reach out for something better
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Than the grind you call your life
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The hatch of your hamster cage is open
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But guess who waits just outside the door
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Stay on your treadmill
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Keep running on that wire wheel
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Briefcase in hand
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Money rains down just out of reach
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You'll burn out soon enough
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It's all part of the plan
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When you're no longer useful
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You can finally retire
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To the glue factory of your choice
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Free at last
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To scratch your head
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Wondering what happened
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Free at last
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I bid you goodbye
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On your own
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To wait to die
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I Am Your Clock
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