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Save the tickingf a clock
whose hands are sweeping past its face
And I juston't want to be lonely
Save the tickingf a clock
whose hands are sweeping past its face
And I juston't want to be lonely
Save the ticking of a clock
whose hands are sweeping past its face
And I just don't want to be lonely
Save the ticking of a clock
whose hands are sweeping past its face
And I just don't want to be lonely