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Fast seconds. Fast minutes. Fast century Fast seconds. Fast minutes. Fast century Forty four seconds away. And I head close to it. Leaving for the weekend Time to follow the world. A world
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never liked you from the beginning. So listen I'm giving you only 10 seconds to go Chorus. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine baby we getting close. Just don't let me get to ten (oh
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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. . Pre-chorus. Life is not what I thought it wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still I'm singin'. Spirit take me up in arms with you. And I'm not who I thought I wa-a-as. Twenty-four hours ago. Still
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end?. That message on your stereo, four minute warning. Everybody wants to know what should we do than. A few short stories, a four minute warning Thirty seconds left to go, is this the end?. That
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end?. That message on your stereo, four minute warning. Everybody wants to know what should we do than. A few short stories, a four minute warning Thirty seconds left to go, is this the end?. That
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Seconds. I missed him just by seconds. I missed him in the moment that it takes a door to open. all the plans that i dreamed of. all the dreams i was hoping for. was shattered by the movement of
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(F. M. Graham). . Long ago (down on my knees). Long ago (I setted it all). Yes, the old account was settled long ago
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(F. M. Graham). . Long ago (down on my knees). Long ago (I setted it all). Yes, the old account was settled long ago
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And the clock struck fifteen hours ago. It is shining and the man who is wasting on the wall. Looks a lot like Jesus and a little bit resembling. The man in the mirror in the hall And I rose
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the best that you can get. Oh yes, oh somebody told me 'Cause seconds turn to hours and the hours turn into days. But still it feels like morning. The first time leaves its trace and then slides into
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. And the girl, starts to sing Seventeen seconds. A measure of life. Seventeen seconds
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. And the girl, starts to sing Seventeen seconds. A measure of life. Seventeen seconds
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tired and she's tired. Of this life she's been leading too long. And the times turns around through the walls that surround. To the chimes of a jailer's song Oh but in my four, in my four, in my four
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