So he fell
in love with
the fortune teller.
Such a sultry
soothsayer.
Fell in love with
the fortune teller.
Spoiled tomorrows
are here.
As my day breaks my dawn breath escapes.
All those loose strings tied in bows and snipped.
Nothing left to chance. Nothing to rebel against.
Cash is pre-spent before I can spend a cent.
That clock still feeds on time insatiably.
And it tics and it tics.
tictictictictictictictictictictictictictictictictictictic
Its rings. Its chimes. It's no surprise.
It rings. It chimes. It's no surprise
There's no surprise. It's no surprise.
There's no surprise. There's no surprise to me.

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