| Are you telling me it’s over
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| Disintegrating, lost, and there’s nothing I can do?
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| Before you drop another verbal bomb
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| Can I arm myself with Cezanne’s 16 shades of blue?
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| As my heart is slowly ripping into pieces
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| Disconnecting from the circuits of my mind
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| «You'll get over it,» you say, «in time»
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| In time?
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| If the clocks are black
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| Absorbing everything but
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| A remembering
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| How we made it that
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| Clocks are black
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| You say, «Get over it if 50 is the new black
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| Hooray this could be your lucky day»
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| But my cables they are surging
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| Almost overloading as you disengage
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| Could your heart be slowly ripping into pieces
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| Disconnecting from the circuits of your mind?
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| «We'll get over it,» you say «in time»
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| In time
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| If the clocks are black
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| Absorbing everything but
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| A remembering
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| How we made it that
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| Clocks are black
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| «That's it you’re done
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| You’ve screwed up your life»
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| Before you’ve begun
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| There are those who say
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| I am now too old to play
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| See over there at 33 she fears she’ll lose her job
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| Because they hear the ticking of her clock
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| At only 15 — I said 15 — they say her future’s bleak
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| She should have started this at 3
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| As her heart is slowly ripping into pieces
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| Disconnecting from the circuits of her mind
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| «She'll get over it,» you say, «In time»
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| In time?
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| Stop Father Time
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| If the clocks are black
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| Absorbing everything but
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| A remembering
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| How we made it that
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| Clocks are black
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| Before you drop another verbal bomb
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| Can I arm myself with Cezanne’s 16 shades of blue? |