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I think I know, but I'm not sure why
In the lives we live we never try
To sing a song of our dreams to be
Or say prayer for you, not me

You wish you were someone I'd know
In years to come putting on a show
Just talk the time with your only eyes
And I promise you, you'll realise

Don't cry for crimes when you're not sure
What day might lie behind that door
If you take your clock, remove the chime
Then in life you'll find we have the time.

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