We’re running out of time
It’s only half past nine
Time has a tendency to run
And I’ve never loved the sun
You might misunderstand
I don’t want you to turn
An order has been set
Not to synchronize what’s once been put aside
The theatrical noises are only in our countless heads
No matter how much we would like to talk to link these missing threads
There will be no talk
Unless we want heads to roll
Certain though I wouldn’t
I have a soul
However dull it gets
I cannot make myself forget
That even with a running mind
Luck walks blind
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