| Monday — it’s 8 o’clock
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| Time ticks — 'cos time can’t stop
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| All’s well — but one thing’s changed
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| Nothing — will ever be the same
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| You said that you’d never leave
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| I think that you lied to me
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| We would be one through the years
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| Your words still ring in my ears
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| I’m yours and you are mine
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| Until the end of time
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| I watch — the minute hand
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| And try — to understand
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| And I — exert my will
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| But time — will not stand still
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| You said that you’d never leave
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| I think that you lied to me
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| We would be one through the years
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| Your words still ring in my ears
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| I’m yours and you are mine
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| Until the end of lime
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| I’m yours and you are mine
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| Until the end of time |