Someone stop the hands of time
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every tick's a cruel blow.
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I want a world that's hers and mine
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while the real one's put on hold.
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I want to taste the freedom we will never know.
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Someone stop the hands of time ?
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every tick's a cruel blow.
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I don't want to step outside
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into the night beyond the windows,
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I'm just not ready yet for the ice-cold air
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to bring it all home.
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All I want is to be held
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and held some more and not let go,
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be told that all is well,
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that our racing hearts will cope.
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I want her to lie to me-
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it's not as if I will not know.
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All I want is to be held
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and held some more and not let go.
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The less I have to lose, it seems,
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the more I put her through.
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We go round in circles,
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and that is all we do;
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that there's nothing we can say,
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we don't let get in the way
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we go round in circles
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because we want to be here all day.
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Here All Day
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| Trembling Blue Stars |
