| Wake to the creaks and groans
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| Of the motors and the masts
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| On the sovereign sea
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| Trinkets of shrieking bone
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| Tainted tokens of a past
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| Come to trouble me
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| Out of time I go running
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| As you’re running out of time
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| Storming forth I return from the nothing
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| I am back to reclaim what’s mine
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| Cast into darkest voids
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| Ever waiting for the chime
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| Of the hand at two
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| Clots of a heart destroyed
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| Circulating in the blind
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| As they stand with you
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| Out of time I go running
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| As you’re running out of time
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| Storming forth I return from the nothing
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| I am back to reclaim what’s mine
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| Keep the clocks a running
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| Keep every hammer drumming
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| Time will open the doors
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| Keep the clocks a running
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| Keep every hammer drumming
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| I’m coming back to the fore
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| Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore
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| Clockworks click and they clink within
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| Locks and riddles of rings will spin
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| Cogwheels linking the springs and pins
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| The walls are closing in
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| And I have been to some bad, bad places
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| Taken gifts at the darkest shrines
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| I have seen despair in the saddest faces
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| Now I’m back to reclaim what’s mine
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| Keep the clocks a running
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| Keep every hammer drumming
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| Time will open the doors
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| Keep the clocks a running
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| Keep every hammer drumming
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| I’m coming back to the fore
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| Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore
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| There’s a whalesong drifting over the shores
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| Set the wheels I’m coming back to the fore |