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Clocks

When will our time be up,
do more living and less
dreaming

Turn should haves into
yes I did it and I'm proud
of it

No more one day I'll, or
when we can we will, say
fuck it

Do it, don't hold back, and
for fucks sake smile while
you do it

Be bad, do good, have secrets
that make you giggle when
you think of them

Eat that piece of cheese cake
and take a second piece home
for later

Call that person that pissed
you off and say hey fucker
I'm still here friend

Our clocks stop ticking than
nothing, too late, things undone
and said would be tragic
Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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