| Hey Clockface
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| Keep your fingers on the dial
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| You stole those precious moments
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| And the kisses from her smile
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| And now I’m living in these hours
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| Away we will while
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| I’m not wasting any more time
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| Hey Clockface
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| I really wanna know
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| Why is it when we’re apart
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| You always take it slow
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| And when she’s here
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| You always say «It's almost time to go»
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| You said you’d be a friend to me
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| But time is just my enemy
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| And it is hurting me so
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| The moon comes through the window
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| Shining crescently and bright
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| The sun rolls round again
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| If I could turn your face back
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| Before all of this started
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| Forty minutes past four when her secrets she parted
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| Forty minutes past four in the faithless A. M
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| She wound up in his arms and not the man that I am
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| A spring that is sprung
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| A cuckoo-bird that sung
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| Now there’s a nail in a bare wall
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| Where your face once hung
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| Hey Clockface
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| Now I don’t feel a thing
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| You stole away the heart in me
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| And then removed my spring
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| The winding mechanisms shot
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| The movement is unwound
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| Don’t tick or tock or dare to make a sound
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| Hey Clockface
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| Well, don’t you ever dare
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| Count me down to zero hour
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| And keep me waiting here
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| A minute from departure
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| I will twist your key and have her come back to me
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| Have her come back to me
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| How can you face me?
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| After what I’ve been through
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| After you broke that vow
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| How can you face me now?
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| How can you face me now?
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| How can you face me now? |