| Who‘s the one who‘s stretching out his hand
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| Is it it or is it me that won‘t lose hold
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| Take on to the pendulum and sway
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| Like a mistletoe I‘m clinging to the cold
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| I am the trellis for those in need
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| To twine around
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| The rock of ages for those
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| Who‘re meant to wander around
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| I got no time for a break
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| And we got no time to waste
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| I‘ll save it up in the pace
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| I‘ll quantify thoughts away
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| That you don‘t need anyway
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| Oh what a beautiful day…
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| Tic toc tic toc
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| Someone’s watching over me
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| Begging for a dance
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| While your sands are running out
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| Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
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| Tick away time, I allot and I divide
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| Master of the hands that guide you
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| Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on
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| Ancient of days, I‘m the shouldering pace
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| I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
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| Master of the hands that push you
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| That‘s who I am
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| The master of these hands
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| I lead the horse to the water and I make it drink
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| I‘m here to force precision just on everything
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| I feel your breath in my neck
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| I feel you behind my back
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| And as I‘m turning around
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| There’s just this frightening sound
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| I feel it everywhere
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| Oh I know that you‘re there
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| Angels fall
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| Time’s gonna winnow all
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| Dying dreams
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| Right from wrong
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| Dwell in a run
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| Turn the wheel
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| Something‘s reaching out for me |