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 |