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Your time starts now |
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without a question, |
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without a clue, |
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your response will attest |
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to suggestion's power, so strong |
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and growing stronger. |
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With self-belief |
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you've pulled through but you belong here no longer. |
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Fly by night, it's over; day by day it's done. |
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Was it simply oversight that's left you overcome? |
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While you've been distracted - |
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playfully, no doubt - |
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your time's been running out. |
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Your time starts now |
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and that's the poser. |
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You're going to need |
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all the help you can get |
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for the ride's nearly over. |
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All that information, |
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all that warp and weft... |
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for all your patient fortitude you're patently bereft |
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of clue, of hint, of notion, |
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of answers, even vague. |
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You're ploughing forward nonetheless |
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as though by simple doggedness |
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the far side'll see you saved. |
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Your time starts now |
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and yes, you'd best begin it, |
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however long |
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you've held back, |
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you've demurred, |
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get on track, pace by pace, |
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just go on, |
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just go further... |