The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
(It starts with)One thing, I don__ know whyIt doesn__ even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mind, I designed this rhymeTo explain in due timeAll I knowtime is a valuable thingWatch it fly by as the pendulum swingsWatch it count down to the end of the dayThe clock ticks life awayIt__ so unrealDidn__ look out belowWatch the time go right out the windowTrying to hold on but didn__ even knowWasted it all just toWatch you goI kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apartWhat it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hardAnd got so farBut in the endIt doesn't even matterI had to fallTo lose it allBut in the endIt doesn't even matter
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(It starts with)One thing, I don__ know whyIt doesn__ even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mind, I designed this rhymeTo explain in due timeAll I knowtime is a valuable thingWatch it fly by as the pendulum swingsWatch it count down to the end of the dayThe clock ticks life awayIt__ so unrealDidn__ look out belowWatch the time go right out the windowTrying to hold on but didn__ even knowWasted it all just toWatch you goI kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apartWhat it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hardAnd got so farBut in the endIt doesn't even matterI had to fallTo lose it allBut in the endIt doesn't even matter
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