| I am a clock without hands
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| I’m walking through the midnights
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| Counting all the moments
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| Of the loves I’ve left behind
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| Crying on the shoulders of the days
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| I’ve not forgotten now
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| I am frozen in time
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| Like the battles of the soldiers
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| Left displaced of time
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| Where their tears still fall
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| Loves that wreck out on the track
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| Far beyond my looking back to recall
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| I’m just a clock upon the shelf
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| Without hands to give the time of day
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| For love at all
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| I am a clock without hands
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| No one understands this
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| That when the autumn comes
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| I see no reason for a fall
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| Spring can fail to move me
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| With its tulips and its clover
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| Now the time for love is over
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| I am a clock without hands
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| I’m just tickin' and that’s all
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| I recall a time
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| When love still had the power
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| To reach inside this clock
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| Where my hands held a dream
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| The innocence of passion
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| And the words of Saint Teresa chiming in
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| And I recall the faith
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| Of the love of my life
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| And the loosing of my hands
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| Which he took with him when he died
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| I’m crying on the shoulders of his love
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| That I’m remembering now
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| It’s been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love
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| So I’ve forgotten how |