Clocks
The tick of a clock fills the room
Is that something it's supposed to do
The smallest tick
The smallest tock
The tick of a clock poisons your mind
It sounds like its coming from behind
The smallest tick
The smallest tock
The tick of a clock makes you quake
When you think too much about what it takes
It takes
The smallest tick
And the smallest tock
For a moment to pass and the clock to stop.
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