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The clockwork just doesn't stop You pass the hand but never end up on top Ticking time is all I know And now to somebody new I go You wonder why I had to leave you so A quick glance back- I'm doing fine Pretty picture and a world I left behind I couldn't follow you I led you through And let you taste from that same vine I can't come home to three or four The world begs me to make room for more I wish you could slip through that parallel door. So let's do coffee and catch a break At a special time and date I want to know that you're still here And there's nothing real about my fear Let's stop for now And harness time Clean that portion of my mind Is it time of peace or time of war? When the second hand stops we'll know for sure.