| The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
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| Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
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| Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
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| Joining closer as we sifted with the sands of time
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| Paranoid dimensions, guilts fall into place
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| Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space
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| At beyond the rainbow, cross the Milky Way
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| Passengers without a choice, slowly turning grey
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| On through the night, shine on forever
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| Going insane as we ride the time machine
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| Waiting for no one, relative to none
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| Answering to not a thing, except the rising sun
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| Bouncing on this fabric, at the speed of light
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| Connecting points of future’s past, is its only plight
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| Passengers without a choice, hanging by a string
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| Spanning with the hands of time, flying without wings |