as the clock goes round and round
and you hear that sweet sweet sound
think of me and everything we use to be
because when you need someone it wont be me

just go away
you had me pay
and no, not everything will be ok

You gave me up
we said our goodbyes
and now your left alone to cry

so when the clock goes round and round
and you hear that sweet sweet sound
think of me and the slashes on my rirts
and the last time we kissed...
 
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