Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah
Am I a fire or the lighter, am I full of it?
Is it me or is it all of them?
I'm like my father, I am stubborn, I'm my mother's kid
I'll guilt myself and the pain until there's nothin' left (Nothin' left)
The air's gettin' grey now
I see it on the way down
Yeah, yeah
It's pickin' up the pace now
It's quicker on the way down, down, down
It's like clockwork
Wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Can't run from what I'm made of, but why can't I
Identify with parts that I'm supposed to recognize?
I got a tight grip on the listen, this time I won't let it go
Until I let it go, then it goes
Air's gettin' grey now
I see it on the way down
Aw, yeah
It's pickin' up the pace now
It's quicker on the way down, ooh
It's like clockwork
Wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Woah, ah
Oh
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Oh-ah
Oh-oh
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
It's like clockwork
Wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
Clockwork, wheels turn, heals hurt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's like clockwork, backwards
Tired of sittin', livin' with it 'til it drops
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