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Tick-tock, tick-tock, we sit 'round and watch the clock, "oh no! the time, is nearly there!"
We tried so hard, to fucking care...

You did for me, i did for you, we fucked it all with one big screw...but wait, but wait, you always knew, there's nothing "fun" here left to do...the chime of time still drawing near, you hooker, queer or addict too...

Tick-tock, tick-tock, a lesson learned...unhappy times there left to turn...a house, a town or city burns...oh whoa is me, 'tis the end i yearn...

i thought i knew your pretty face, what do we do? well, fuck this place!

Tick-tock, tick-tock, now gather 'round, there's treasured moments yet to be found...although to wrap your mind around, could be more foolish, mysteries abound!

The End

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