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but there's a purpose under the surface
the broken clock is a comfort, it lets me sleep at night
started by daylight next morning blithe and early
you're sinking to the bottom now, you're losing control
Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear
the shades and shadows undulate in my perception
its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest
and death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
he keeps on hitting the walls and comes all the way back again
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