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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I feel like i'm pounding on a big door |
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No one can hear me knocking |
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I feel like i'm falling flat to the floor |
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No one can catch me from falling |
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The hourglass has no more grains of sand |
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My watch has stopped no more turning hands |
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The crew have abandoned ship |
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The lights are on but no one is in |
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Take it to the bridge |
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Throw it overboard |
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See if it can swim |
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Back up to the shore |
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No one's in the house |
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Everyone is out |
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All the lights are on |
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And the blinds are down |
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I feel like i'm calling on a telephone |
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No one can hear the ringing |
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I feel like i'm running up a steep hill |
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No one can stop me from running |
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The hourglass has no more grains of sand |
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My watch has stopped no more turning hands |
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The little hand shakes its fist |
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The face is hanging out on a spring |
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The hourglass has no more grains of sand |
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Little red grains of sand |
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My watch has stopped no more turning hands |
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Little green neon hands |
