| Oh ticking time,
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| They know that there’s trouble in line.
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| Not much to do but look at their shoes and
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| Wait for the moment of nothing or crime.
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| Until then, it’s a rumbling train
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| With conversation strained in a heavy rain.
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| Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts
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| Bottlenecked at the cross.
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| Oh ticking time,
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| Fanatic beliefs kill a man in his prime.
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| Left on the floor, so they know what’s in store.
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| All they can see are the ominous signs.
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| Until then, it’s a rumbling train
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| With conversation strained in a heavy rain.
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| Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts
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| Bottlenecked at the cross.
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| Soon, they’ll know it soon.
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| Keep hope in the room.
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| Soon, they’ll know it soon.
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| Keep hope, keep hope, keep hope
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| Until then, it’s a rumbling train
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| With conversation strained in a heavy rain.
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| Until then, it’s a hundred thoughts
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| Bottlenecked at the cross. |