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Lyrics:
Call it coincidence, to end up like this, forgotten, lifeless Contrary to belief whispered in your ear A modern parable, with many talents, too much to balance It’s crazy all that can happen in a year Is this all you could ask for and so much more? Or did you find that the hands of time don’t work like they did before? This once-lit torch is now a dying ember The man that’s left is not the one I remember You lost control after you let your mind roam I’m counting down the clock until you come home Call it clockwork; it all seemed to line up in a straight fashion Akin to this machine with its moving parts Gears that turn, the pendulum swings, and you’re left with what chaos brings Regret is always present when the mayhem starts
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