When minutes become unbearable
And the hours follow suit
Put all time in your past
Let it not destroy you
These measurements of time
Mean little at our end
We aren't remembered by our hours
But by family and by friends
The clock is a prison
We find ourselves in
Being told when our day ends
And when the next one begins
When the ticking from the clocks
Gets too annoyingly loud
Throw caution to the wind
And take those clocks down
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