| A clock face ticking on empty dial
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| I only want what I know is mine
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| Sound the bells
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| ў‚¬њCause hereў‚¬"ўs the good new
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| Hereў‚¬"ўs the one you been waiting for
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| Your time has come
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| Ainў‚¬"ўt gonna wait no more
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| Can I get a piece for me
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| You know when somethingў‚¬"ўs up
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| When it hits you hard
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| You feel like starting over
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| Straight back for yards
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| When everything is everything
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| And everything you see
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| Sees us doing all the things
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| That we want to be
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| Millions march back on their feet
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| Still no sign from, a, those who preach
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| Teach me not
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| They donў‚¬"ўt represent me
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| Hereў‚¬"ўs the one you been waiting for
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| Donў‚¬"ўt waste time
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| Ainў‚¬"ўt gonna wait no more
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| Can I get a shout for me
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| You know when somethingў‚¬"ўs up
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| When it hits you hard
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| You feel like starting over
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| Straight back for yards
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| Sees us doing all the things
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| That we want to be
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| Nothingў‚¬"ўs new and nothing gained
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| When all is lost and nothing claimed
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| Except the parts
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| They keep for theirselves
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| Hereў‚¬"ўs the one you been waiting for
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| Donў‚¬"ўt waste time
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| Ainў‚¬"ўt gonna wait no more
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| Can I get a shout for me
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| Can I get a little piece for me
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| For me
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| Oh, for me
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| For me |