| I’m not disconnected
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| I’m not unaware
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| I’m in one place at one time
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| I’m neither here nor there
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| I’m hooked to the mainstream
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| Tuned into the world
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| Plugged into my surroundings
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| I’m not out on a limb
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| I’m thinking in a straight line
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| I’m thinking that these thoughts are mine
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| My heart is beating oh so fast
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| I feel the hours crashing
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| Because my mind keeps time like clockwork
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| And I think in sync like clockwork
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| She’s done away with emotion
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| She sees things clearly now
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| She says she sees it all from her room
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| And it looks so small from her room
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| It’s all right, it’s all right
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| I’m on your side… for a while
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| She thinks time is a concept by which we measure our pain
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| (She'll say it again)
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| She wants to say it again, but she don’t have time
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| And now her heart beats time like clockwork
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| And she thinks in sync like clockwork
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| Count the hours, count the months and minutes
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| You’re born in tears and die in pain and that’s your limit
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| You’re lookin' for a reason but there’s none
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| There, why don’t you admit it
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| We’ll make the most of what we’ve got, that’s the tickit
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| My, my, my
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| I stayed in that room a long, long time
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| And watched the seasons gliding past
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| And hey… what's the matter?
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| We’ve got time, lots of time
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| I’m on your side for a while
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| We’ll wind up
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| We’ll slow down
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| We’ll speed up or slow down and we’ll maybe overwind…
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| But now or minds, etc |