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The clock is scearming at me; “Tick Tok, Tick Tok”
The time seems to be flying right now
Sweat pouring down my face
My pencial is beginning to race across this paper
A window is open in the back of the room
Letting the wind rushing in, punching my face
The words are reading each other throughout my mind
So I tell myself
I have nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
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