| Make me a mannered, a mannered thing
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| Carved of wood, a life force thing
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| Give it an arm, that points to the earth
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| And a hand, that points at me
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| No matter where I stand
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| No matter where I stand
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| And knows all that we can’t see
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| The clock cannot be turned
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| With remorseful yearns
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| Time has nothing to do with it
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| You would see, you would see
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| If you were three again
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| And did it all the same
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| Fate drives you insane
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| Fate drives you insane
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| And did you throw you in the road
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| Put your face to shame
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| Did you think your mouth could teach
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| Make you think you think
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| It’s got a lot to do with
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| It’s got a lot to do
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| Let’s get nothing, nothing askew
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Change is insane with eyes that blame
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| And morals that blank the lines
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| Of transmissions new
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| If only we knew
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| It’s not all happening here
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| There blanks are scarce
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| And blindness is forgot
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| Is forgot
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| The perfect plan
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| Is not the man
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| Who tells you
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| You are wrong
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Disappear into the clear
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| And visions understood
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| Wrestle now and shout the vow
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| The illusion is the pain
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| The illusion is the pain
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Time has got nothing to do with it
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| Time |