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The clock ticks down the day, How much longer I have to wait, For the revolving door to make its final spin. Around it goes in a shadowy blur, Its magnificent speed is hard to ignore.
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
We are all ruled by time Our life ticks away Seconds, minutes, hours at a time We all begin wound Our cogs meshing and turning Just simple time pieces Ticking away Freat clocks and wrist watches
Clock strikes twelve Gorgeous prince dwells Fair maiden is locked in cell Lovers meet and step-mom lets out a yell  Someone rings the bells
I hear the ticking of a clock as time passes The weight of the clock rests on my heart Its ticks sending vibrations to my very core The ticks never ending, never faltering  
The silence surrounds, Tick tock, Tick tock, I hear the delicate hands move, Much like my own, They drift in movement, My breathing grows light, I listen for silence, A floorboard creaks,
Follow the flow of the wind. Long days and clocks never say goodbye, Going in circles watching your whole world spin.  
- Silence pours over my ear drums Talk to me? no - not tonight - for I am in a curious state of being. I'm feeling my blood rush through me It's swirling and dancing in my viens 
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.  
Tick Tock Two hands On a clock Six to twelve At two o’clock Five chimes ring, Schoolhouse rock   Ticking red hand, Metered like Bach; Cursive Roman numbers
Who am I? That's a loaded question. We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
Within this uncompromising maze, the faceless men in white suits force you to stumble along the path from point A to B. Tall white walls confiscate creativity and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
Time. People. Dreams.   Times change
As the seconds tick by the wheels begin to lurch. Time is but a lie but we follow it like clockwork.   The pendulum begins to climb the setting sun is but a ruse.
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean? Every time I'm havin fun time flees, Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave. Mr. Clock, your hands are evil, They control me in every way.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Ruined concentrating silence. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tiny noises sound like giants.   Round. Round. Round. Going up instead of down. Round. Round. Round.
I am an optimistic soul I wonder about my past I hear the time keepers hands I see my future I want to start over I am a prisoner of time
Now before you decrease judgment, Heres some words yo
Tick, tock, Trillions of thoughts race through in an instant.
relentless twitching, pulsing in cookie-cutter intervals uniform frequency, identical duration
Sometimes I wish time would run for me
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours Both take my time and waste it as I try, Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy. Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
Here I sit upon your wrist My digital face blinking figures Counting up the Seconds Minutes Hours Days Only to come around and start again.   I come complete with
 The clockwork of the year is rusty after a summer spent in blissful timlessness. Everywhere the cogs of the machine resist sudden jostling and bemoan the meer mention of clinking back into place.
Life is a clock, And we are the gears, Because clocks do not scare us. We know that after seven o’clock comes eight,
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