| Watchmaker, teach me the ways.
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| I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds,
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| The methods to dull my ears to the sound.
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| Teach me how to rewind, rewind,
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| So I can relive every second,
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| Minute, all I missed oh.
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| I’m always focused on the next thing
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| If only I could pause and re. |
| Teach me how!
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| If I were a watchmaker, I’d build suspension into the springs.
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| Hidden gears, secret faces.
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| Undiscovered hours to keep you in.
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| There’ll be no back, there’ll be no forth,
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| Just us, where we are.
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| Watchmaker, teach me the workings.
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| I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds.
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| Teach me the seasons, the measure of these machines.
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| I’m haunted by mechanical sounds.
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| Damped, stolen and swallowed, relentless, counting down
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| In the bellies of old enemies. |
| I’m plagued by the tick tock, tick tock,
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| But with vehemence I’ll take to their faces and tear them away.
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| Come teach me the ways of the watchmaker,
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| We’ll dull our ears to the sound.
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| There’s tension in me, I’m wound up and bound to an endless release.
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| A robin imprisoned in a carved clock, I’m a tune locked in a music box
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| To a grave melody.
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| I can feel a nervousness in my fingers.
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| To spindles, they’re wasting away.
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| And with every twitch, they’re turning,
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| Passing by with my meaningless revolutions.
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| I gazed too deep, I leaned in too close.
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| Caught by the collar and dragged into a two-four waltz.
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| Drawn into steps unfamiliar to me,
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| I was passed like partners between turning teeth. |