| The alarm, brings a dawn, of post millenium tension
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| With the things we know, and when one of those things go
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| We hard in to vention
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| Dominoes, dominoes, we’ve got shoulders
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| Straight pressed to yours, so if any wind blows
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| We’ll all go in sailing
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| Well!
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| Maybe you, maybe you, maybe you just come like clock work
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| Maybe since sincere, but I think it’s just some firework
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| Maybe you, maybe me, maybe we could’ve been like clock work
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| But it sounds to see and I think it’s shy by word
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| Ticky tock, on the clock, left out forward
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| But as they get caught, double talk, the right goes unnoticed
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| There it goes, dominoes, fallen like thunder
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| And when we’re fallin', domino, will say it was no wonder
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| Well!
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| Maybe you, maybe you, maybe you just come like clock work
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| Maybe since sincere, but I think it’s just some firework
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| Maybe you, maybe me, maybe we could’ve been like clock work
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| But it sounds to see and I think it’s shy by word
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| Ticking as we tock, until time stops
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| Minutes into seconds as we’re running out the clock
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| Ticking as we tock, until time stops
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| Minutes into seconds as we’re running out the clock
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| Maybe you,
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| Maybe you,
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| Maybe you,
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| Ooh we come and go, and when were falling, you never know
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| Ooh we’ll come and go, and where were going, we’ll never know |