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The Clock Without
I have the opinion,
That life becomes art,
But how did it get here?
And how did it start?
The clock without hands,
The clock without feet,
The clock without time,
Makes plans obsolete.
The 30 second war,
Is still too much,
Try to work it out,
Don't throw a sucker punch.
The clock without hands,
The clock without feet,
The clock without time,
Makes plans obsolete.
You egg-laying mammal,
Oh, you be confused!
What should I think?
Should I be amused?
All the while,
Each occasion,
I am the wordsmith,
Without a writing vacation!
The clock without hands,
The clock without feet,
The clock without time,
Makes plans obsolete. (Repeat)
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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