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Clocks

Caution tape and stop signs

Can't slow us down now

The dog laps up your cold sweat

On a Saturday morning

That rainy Saturday morning

When you forgot to call

I've stayed in this room for so long

Probably because the couch is more comforting

Than your bed

The thunder is making the windows rattle

And my feet have gone numb

The coffee is lukewarm in it's ***

Yet nobody is home

And the clock's ticking is driving me mad

Tick.

 

Tick.

 

Tick.

 

Tock.

Jump back to another day

Another time

Another place

And we'd all be singing

But instead we wait

And wait

For something different to happen

Something magnificent

But you and I both know

I'ts too late

We're in a puddle

And I can't find the umbrella

Tick.

 

Tick.

 

Tick.

Tock.

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kelly-lutz
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Dec 1, 2010
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