| I got so much trouble on my mind
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| Paranoia time, I’m running out of life
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| Clockwise and the seconds tick away
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| Each line that cuts my face
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| Cut as each hand moves into place
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| Paranoia, amped and wired
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| Bile black
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| The thoughts that run my head
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| There’s so much to be said
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| They’re so much living dead
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| Walking corpses shambling through life
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| With nothing in their sight
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| Dance on their bones
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| Step in and fight
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| Paranoia, amped and wired
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| Life and death are fighting for my time
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| I can’t seem to find the time
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| I want what’s mine
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| Time through the clock
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| Just keeps talking
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| It just walks any damn place
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| Ohh, it feels like walking
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| My mind keeps thinking
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| Clockwise as the seconds tick away
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| I make my move today
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| Time and life, life and time
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| To have and hold
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| And sometimes find
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| It isn’t mine, it isn’t yours
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| Man to man, I’ll fight you for
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| Time and life, life and time
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| One day I’ll get what’s mine
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| Through persistence of time
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| Huh!
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| Life and death as words
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| They don’t mean shit
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| It’s what you do with them
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| And how you live with it
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| Raging like a bull inside a cage
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| Just give me a stage
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| Where this bull can rage
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| Paranoia, amped and wired
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| Life and death are fighting for my time
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| I can’t seem to find the time
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| I want what’s mine
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| Time through the clock
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| Just keeps talking
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| It just walks any damn place
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| Oh, it feels like walking
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| My mind keeps thinking
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| Clockwise as the seconds tick away
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| I make my move today
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| Time and life, life and time
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| To have and hold
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| And sometimes find
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| It isn’t mine, it isn’t yours
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| Man to man I’ll fight you for
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| Time and life, life and time
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| One day I’ll get what’s mine
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| Through persistence of time
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| Go!
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| Paranoia’s lost its hold on
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| Paranoia’s lost its hold on
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| Paranoia’s lost its hold on
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| Paranoia’s got no hold on me
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| Time don’t have nothing
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| To do with how high you can
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| Time don’t got nothing
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| To do with how high you can count
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| Time and life, life and time
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| To have and hold
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| And sometimes find
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| It isn’t mine, it isn’t yours
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| Man to man I’ll fight you for
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| Time and life, life and time
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| One day I’ll get what’s mine
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| Through persistence of time |