| Take a minute, take a minute
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| Look around for a minute
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| There is nothing to see
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| I’m only asking for ten of your seconds
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| Another couple fistfuls of your time
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| Is this how you’re going to be?
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| Look left, right, down, bottom, around
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| Jump, constantly moving forward
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| Keeping an eye on all sides
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| I feel like I’m throwing rocks
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| Through every open door and open window
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| Someone tipped you off
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| You took all your time to hide
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| Patiently defying hate
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| Waiting for the day to end
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| Clearly, you took the bait
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| Doesn’t matter, I’m late again
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| And I don’t have the time
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| To wait and watch you redraw lines
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| And make excuses, 'cause you know as well as I
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| This is no time for rants and raves and broken, blown-out ruses
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| I, I, I
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| I will grit my teeth and close my eyes
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| Now it seems like you’ve decided to make time
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| I, I, I guess I should feel less surprised
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| Take a minute, take some time
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| To build this studied, practiced emotional distance
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| Once more in the thick of it
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| I guess I’m getting the hang of counting backwards from a hundred |
| But I guess it’s probably too late for me to learn to read a clock |