Tick...Tick...Tick...

They say I have

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An old soul.

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Just a grandfather clock,

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that sits alone.

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I’ve lived a million

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Lives it seems,

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Passing through homes,

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Tick tick ticking.

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Jimmy Dean, said it well,

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"You have to live fast"

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To get through hell.

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Maybe, like him,

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People will see

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The dust on my arms

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And call me unique.

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The crack in my glass,

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From stories untold.

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Glue holding together

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What’s already broke.

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Still people find

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Something intriguing.

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Interpretations unknown,

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Always misleading.

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If you listen close,

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You might be able to tell,

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the meaning behind, my hourly bell.