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The pendulum swings on the grandfather clock
A lonely old sound like a key in the lock
The evening is heavy, the shadows are long
And I'm at the piano composing a song.

I’ve got the clockwork blues
With nothing left to lose
Watching the seconds tick by on the wall
Waiting for somebody, waiting to fall.
Oh, these clockwork blues.

The ash in the tray is a mountain of gray
I’m wishing these terrible hours away
If I had a dime for the tears I have shed
I’d buy a new pillow to rest my poor head.

I’ve got the clockwork blues
With nothing left to lose
Watching the seconds tick by on the wall
Waiting for somebody, waiting to fall.
Oh, these clockwork blues.
Tick, tock...
Blues...

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