"This life spreads like cancer as nothing here is real.
Leave me here by the bus stop with my pencil made of steel.
So it's time. It's just time....
Well I'm not much for the classroom teacher teach me if you care...."Plastic People
"Time entails the sun to hesitate, clinging on and off again.
Picture all the children as they walk on by clean into the front yard.
Falling in and out of sync with him in the ground, I see.
Promises I have broken, shadows creep along the window...."Time for People
"I found no people for killing time
So I found time for killing people
I found no rhythm I would rhyme
So I'm the rhythm for the people..."|
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