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Tick-tock, tick-tock
You lose more time with the hands of the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Your limited time, is running out of stock

Time flashes by, with little warning
You wonder aloud where the time went
It speeds on by, turning night into morning
Speeding by from where it was sent

Forever moving forward, while never turning back
Time resumes it endless march
No way to cease the endless attack
Ticking away in its slow broken arch

After a while, the end draws near
The long march begins to slow
End of time, quelches your fear
The reaper releives you of the soul you owe

Tick-tock, tick-tock
You lost all time with the hands of the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Your limited time, has run out of stock