| This is no time to hesitate
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| The line slips into overload;
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| The mixture too thick
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| The touch too close to the motherlode
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| Time — there’s so little time
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| To do anything that’s not useless…
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| You tried for a little while
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| To hide your face from the future
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| Now you thought it was released
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| You find that it’s captured
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| It sticks to your hand, you can’t let it go
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| What you knew as pain has turned into rapture
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| But nothing goes away, it just changes…
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| You know it’s the right tempo, the right place
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| But something’s gone wrong with the cardiograph
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| Oh, your day shadow and your night face
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| You thought it was forever — but it doesn’t last
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| This is no time to hesitate
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| It’s no time to look for another road;
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| The shiver begins
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| The touch too cold on the motherlode
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| This is no time for hesitation
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| Hesitation, hesitation, hesitation
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| Time, there’s so little time
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| To do away with the tension;
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| I try for a little while
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| To put it all in suspension
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| Well I thought I was released
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| I find that I’m captured
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| The groove sticks, it won’t let me go
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| The glass stain is now seen as fractured
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| And try as I may I can’t change
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| But I know it’s the wrong tempo, wrong place
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| And something’s gone wrong with the autograph
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| Oh, the day shadow and the night face
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| Conspire into prophecy…
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| This is no time for hesitation
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| Oh, this is no time for hesitation
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| Oh, this is no time for hesitation
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| Oh, this is no time for hesitation, oh no
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| Yeah, this is no time for hesitation
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no… |