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My life is being ruled by the clock
As I watch the hands go sluggishly by.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
My family keeps walking past me, wanting to talk.
I glare at them and give no reply.
My life is being ruled by the clock.
Feeling tense, my hands itch for a rock,
Wanting to let something fly.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
He was supposed to call at 2 o'clock,
But now it's 5, and that time has already gone by.
My life is being ruled by the clock.
To clear my head, I want to go for a walk,
But if I miss this call, I swear I'll die.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
All this waiting is, frankly, a crock.
And yet. . . I can't leave and say good-bye.
My life is being ruled by the clock.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.