Everyday they clock me, everyday is just the same.
And the people I see, wear the same face as me.
As I turn the handle, time goes slowly by.
All through the night.
Through the night.
All through the night.
I can't believe I'm free til morning.
Then I find that more's still there.
Then the winter always will.
Try not to think, it never gets nowhere.
But at least everyday ends, and the night's always there.
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