| Ten planes falling from the sky,
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| The setting sun leaves no trace,
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| My name was written in the sky,
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| But now there is no trace.
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| Yesterday’s hymn serves me not,
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| Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
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| Shadow faces reaching for me,
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| Pretending they know what’s best for me,
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| But I know that I am their experiment,
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| I scare myself with paranoid talk.
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| Yesterday’s hymn serves me not,
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| Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
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| I try to keep the whispered words at bay,
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| For they seem to feed into the mire,
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| I’ve lost all ability to make any choices,
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| I’m teetering in purgatory.
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| Yesterday’s hymn serves me not,
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| Tick tock tick tock tick tock. |