time is the enemy, this clock has never seemed so alive.


it's a kind of dream floating out on the tide, a kind of shadow reaching into the night.


for all the times we shared, for all our moments.


don't give it to me at all.


if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up? and if I turned back all these clocks, would there be time enough?


I've got some friends, some that I hardly know, but we've had some times i wouldn't trade for the world.


it's not the fall that hurts, it's when you hit the ground.


let go, you gotta lose control, teach you how to roll.


he's always looking at me, he's such a charmer oh no, oh no.


too much is not enough.


born this way, die this way.


this time is for living and I wish the hands on the clock would freeze.


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