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Hear that clock tick,
The one above the kitchen door,
The one you picked up at a yard sale, long before
Still wonât stick
Been hanging crooked all this time
Kept you thinkinâ you had an extra hour to mind
Thereâs the wood floor
Where you would dance around the room
Thinkinâ every song every singer sang was sung for you
On the stereo
Well itâs kind of dusty now
Every time you go to turn it on, you turn around
Chorus:
Youâre in an empty house
Youâre feelinâ all alone
Youâre quiet as a mouse
You hear the shudders groan
And heâs not cominâ back
Itâs time to find your own way home
In a room of your own
Foreign movie
You donât know what it was about
But you stopped tryinâ after some time to figure out
Why these blue jeans
The ones youâve almost thrown away
Still remind you of the words he couldnât say
Chorus
Donât give up on your dreams âcause theyâre the best youâve got
Donât let their schemes make you believe youâre not
You can love a lot
Chorus
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