| Someone stop the hands of time
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| every tick’s a cruel blow.
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| I want a world that’s hers and mine
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| while the real one’s put on hold.
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| I want to taste the freedom we will never know.
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| Someone stop the hands of time?
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| every tick’s a cruel blow.
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| I don’t want to step outside
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| into the night beyond the windows,
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| I’m just not ready yet for the ice-cold air
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| to bring it all home.
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| All I want is to be held
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| and held some more and not let go,
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| be told that all is well,
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| that our racing hearts will cope.
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| I want her to lie to me-
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| it’s not as if I will not know.
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| All I want is to be held
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| and held some more and not let go.
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| The less I have to lose, it seems,
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| the more I put her through.
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| We go round in circles,
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| and that is all we do;
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| that there’s nothing we can say,
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| we don’t let get in the way
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| we go round in circles
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| because we want to be here all day. |