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Time, time, time
It’s always about time Who gives a fuck about time? It’s always pushing us into a bleak future Straight into the heart of a game we cant win Into wars that can’t be won Into heartbreaks that can’t be mended Fuck, we’ll be lucky if we don’t Blow our god dammed asses up ourselves I know this for a fact because the other night I saw Nastrodamus at the bar and he told me were all fucked!!!! (And I’m pretty sure it just wasn’t the whisky talking)
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