| I wasted time and I won’t ever get it back
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| I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted
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| But I know that I can’t
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| And I keep turning it over and over
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| Again and again now in my head
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| I feel a sense of remorse
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| But what’s the point if there’s nothing that
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| I could even try to do anymore?
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| Cold, I feel so cold
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| Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor
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| Left with no air in my chest
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| With nothing to keep all my blood pumping
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| Throughout my veins anymore
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| I wasted time and I won’t ever get it back
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| I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted
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| But I know that I can’t
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| And I keep turning it over and over
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| Again and again now in my head
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| I feel a sense of remorse
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| But what’s the point if there’s nothing that
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| I could even try to do anymore? |