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Tick tock, tick tock.
the beat of my love clock.
My hearts cant rest,
above the best,
Tick tock, kaboom.
My heart explodes and you leave the room.
Emotions flood out and wash away the light,
will I ever solve this case tonight?

Will I ever let this love be solved.
My life has turned, revolved.
It'd be easier if I'd decease, dissolve.
You've held me back more than enough,
It's made me weaker then stronger, more tough.
You cast your spell, shatter my bones,
Kick me from my mountain called love,
as I fall, you listen, my sorrowful moans.

I'm falling, running out of time,
Love has never caused such a crime,
Love has many colors; purple, yellow, blue, and red.
Baby, I miss you, please come back to bed.

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