Half past the eleventh hour
yeah it comes around
Pretend you got your oldest
fears all run firmly to ground
nothing might ever change
from now on in this day
But as long as the beat goes on
and I've got a song I'll play
nothing stops the ticking
What was written now is past
and when I try to take things back
I end up all aghast
that time has got no referent
who manages the market?
well if that sounds a battle cry
You maybe wanna hark it
what
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