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The clock is ticking
Like a guitar picking
Lost the sense of the time
In the chaos of chyme
I’m walking on the streets
Hearing all the beats
From the hearts of passengers
Tho' I can’t look at them in the eye
The roads conquered by rain
It’s the best time to feign
It’s time to go home
It’s too late to roam
Back to my old room
There’s still the same perfume
I found myself smiling
I was whiling out
Who can you be in a place
Where you’r free
Look at my eyes
Forget all th lies
Look at what I see
Or just look for the key
Look for the key
It’s time to go home
It’s too late to roam
It’s time to go home
It’s too late to roam