Absynthe Minded

Absynthe Minded - Clock Is Ticking lyrics

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Clock is ticking, the bugs are dead 
I burned them of the wall and had a fit 
I ran into an old friend of mine 
All we could say was it's been a while 
I wanna dig up the memories 
I wanna go to the black-out fields 
We're anticipating to the nothingness 
And amply rewarded for an arty mess 
Clock is ticking, and we know it 
Time is money, so hit it quick 
Try to mend all the broken hearts 
The healing of soul is about to start 
I wanna dig up the memories 
I wanna go to the black-out fields 
We're anticipating to the nothingness 
And amply rewarded for an arty mess
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Language: English

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