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Feb 2012
Tick, tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Time marches forward
An unstoppable force
And what, may I ask, are you doing?
Why is it, that we simply **** time'
When we all know, that killing time kills you
And we live, for nothing
No higher purpose, no reason
We live, simply so that the next day is better
And then the next day after that
Until there are no more days left
And you have died, for nothing
Daniel Kenneth
Written by
Daniel Kenneth  Boston
(Boston)   
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