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If I wait any longer the world could've ended |
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And the moon it takes hours to come around |
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Me and my watch, we're getting connected |
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We play at who can stare the other one out |
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I hear for the car to pull into the driveway |
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And the moon it threatens to finish its rounds |
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The ads on the TV are all ten-digit numbers |
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And pieces of skin that aren't usually allowed |
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We've been moving around in these same walls again |
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It couldn't be any longer |
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I'm back in here again |
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We've been moving 'round |
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But it's just a kind of death now |
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It's just a kind of death |
