Clock

I wrote you a name
 And collected letters off the pavement
 Cut right through my days
 Graying things that we've avoided
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 Maybe I could stay
 Collect my thoughts, your words, your phrases
 Just in case it rains
 Patch the roof to save the Sunday
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 I'm not fooling anyone
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 Take these little pains
 Build them up into an arsenal
 When you go away
 You were never mine to keep here
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 I'm not taking things too well
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 Make something good, just spit it out
 Just sit here 'til the clock runs out
 What are you going on about?
 Make something good, just spit it out
 Just sit here 'til the clock runs out
 What are you going on about?
 
 Make something good, just spit it out
 Make something good, just spit it out
 What are you going on about?