The clock in the hall is louder now I don't know what to do about it As I hear it make its metronomic rounds There's nothing I can do about it With its constant tick, like the footsteps of someone approaching I don't want to meet She's a messenger with the message my journey is over And I failed to make it Time's not my friend anymore My dreams at night are stranger now And I don't know what to do about it In every scene you're taken away from me And there's nothing I can do about it I am running from the footsteps of someone approaching I don't want to meet She's a messenger With the message my journey is over And I failed to make it Time's not my friend anymore
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