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Clocks Slay Time

These clocks slay time,

So stay a child,

In the sore eyed lies you can feel their fright.

You can feel their fright.

 

It’s the feeling, of the fallen hope,

Coming forthright, dead and gone, (Dead and gone)

It’s the only, fall I know,

Coming forthright, dead and gone. (Dead and gone)

Dead and gone, dead and gone.

 

Now kill your darlings,

And sweat the small things,

And dress your trust in kicking cuts.

You can feel their fright.

 

It’s the feeling, of the fallen hope,

Coming forthright, dead and gone, (Dead and gone)

It’s the only, fall I know,

Coming forthright, dead and gone. (Dead and gone)

Dead and gone, dead and gone.

 

It’s the feeling that you feel where your heart stops,

And it’s hard to know how to take the top,

Hold me, don’t ever let you go.

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It’s the feeling, of the fallen hope,

Coming forthright, dead and gone, (Dead and gone)

It’s the only, fall I know,

Coming forthright, dead and gone. (Dead and gone)

Dead and gone, dead and gone.

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