Look at the hands on the clock
They always move so slow
But as the days go by I’m older
Some days it rains
Some days it shines
When I close the door
I loose my mind
One day I’m older, the next day I’m not
One day I’m fine, the next day I rot
Some days it rains
Some days it shines
When I close my door
I loose my mind
Look at the hands on the clock
They always stay so slow
But as the days go by
I never get my fill
Some days it rains
Some days it shines, yea
When I close the door
I loose my mind
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