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Banchee (1969)
Hands Of A Clock
Hands of a clock, they keep ticking away
The life of a poor man, a rich man away
Seconds keep roaming like the pounding of a heart
There's sixty a minute, a shot in the dock
People are hurrying, busily worrying
Rises in taxes - they fear most of all
They need something to win them
Something to thin them
Something to keep them ten feet tall
People are hurrying, busily worrying
Rises in taxes - they fear most of all
They need something to win them
Something to thin them
Something to keep you ten feet tall
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