| The clock on the wall says twelve noon
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| Guess I’d better get up soon
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| The clock on the wall says twenty-to-one
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| And there’s things to be done
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| Yeah, the clock on the wall keeps pushing me
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| That’s not the way I want my life to be
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| If you take any pushing from that clock on the wall
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| You won’t be happy at all
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| The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
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| I got people to see
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| Meet my friend Clive, start drinking by five
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| End up wishing I weren’t alive
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| I look at the clock, it says twenty-to-nine
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| I got to meet my girl on time
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| She puts me down and then, by twenty-to-ten
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| I’m out drinking again
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| The clock on the wall strikes the midnight hour
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| I’m feeling dirty and sour
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| I feel the clock pushing like the blade of a knife
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| I want to end my life
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| But it ain’t no use, I’m used to this abuse
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| This is my moment of truth
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| Life is empty, my friends are all gone
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| But like the clock on the wall, I’ll go on and on and on
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| It’s watching me every day, the hours and minutes tick away
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| I’m not getting any younger, it keeps on and on and on
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| I can’t stand it, it never stops for anything
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| The clock just keeps moving, ticking
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| My life is going, the clock is moving |