I know little of romance And these little tract houses I know seven less of you And if you should ever think of me Maybe as a game you lost Well someone I know lost the whole damn world No more this talk of they're out to get me Just slide out of sydney and I can never go back
How could I be surprised How could I even believe Cry, the clock said
I'll forget who you are I'll forget one of these days Cry, the clock said
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