| Stop the clocks, clocks, they keep ticking all around
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| Stop the clocks, clocks, tick — tick — ticking on my mind
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| There’s nothing permanent, except change
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| That’s a new rule, new world
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| We only look back to move forward
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| That’s a new rule, new world
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| And nobody is making plans cause we hate plans, all plans, the only thing we do
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| is to improvise, mobility is the best friend of our time
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| Stop the clocks, clocks, they keep ticking all around
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| Stop the clocks, clocks, tick — tick — ticking on my mind
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| Forget what mama told you, isn’t like this now
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| That’s a new rule, new world
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| And everything needs to be changed cause world has changed, it changes.
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| Nothing is still the same: is the moment to be creative
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| Stop the clocks, clocks, they keep ticking all around
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| Stop the clocks, clocks, tick — tick — ticking on my mind
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| And seems that everything isn’t better now. |
| and all our fears are still growing
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| up, but baby take your time to make things right you’re a time traveler:
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| stop the clocks |