| Excuse me, does anyone have the time?
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| No!
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| If you knew what makes me tick
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| It’ll probably make you sick
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| Lay my days of my life in front of you
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| And I’ll let you take your (pick)
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| Come on
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| Pull back the curtain but make sure that you are certain
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| That it will be worth the energy that you end up exerting
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| Now walk past the doorway, step into the foyer
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| Don’t you bother knocking
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| I’m a grandfather clockin' everything you do
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| I’m seeing through you faultiness
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| So sprinkle me but not with saltiness
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| The ghetto taught me this
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| I fought for this, I fight for this, I spend my life for this
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| And if you put your brain to work it ain’t hard to decipher this
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| Counting down the days boy closer to your doom
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| Time keeper for the Reaper, the family heirloom
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| Like staring at my grandfather clock inside my room
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| It’ll never miss a tick-tock, it strikes everyday at noon
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| Every hour on the hour, it’ll sing a tune
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| Every half hour it’ll croon and yell out at the moon
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| You can’t escape the master time, no one is immune
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| The hands of time will grab you when the moments opportune.
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| No one is immune.
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| When the moment’s opportune
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| Carved from a tree trunk bark
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| What a wonderful work of art
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| Well I usually wear my sundial
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| But it don’t work when it’s dark
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| (don't work when it’s dark)
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| No electric parts spark as mechanical as he is
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| He’ll kindly say just wind me and then show me where the key is
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| Then I go about my day and I flow about the way
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| He never has nothing to say, he just sits there on display
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| I seen one in the cafe, one inside the cabaret
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| Timekeeper for the Reaper, what a pretty price to pay
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| So don’t you bother knockin' at, I’m a Grandfather clockin'
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| Everything you do, I’m seeing through your masquerade
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| At midnight you will hear the serenade and don’t you be afraid
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| It’s like clock work orange lemonade with the bottomless glass
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| When it’s time for that ass!
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| Tick-tock
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| My Grandfather clock goes
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| Tick-Tock
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| My Grandfather clock goes
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| Tick-Tock
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| My Grandfather clock
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| The pendulum is swinging and it just don’t ever stop
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| Tick-tock
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| My Grandfather clock goes
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| Tick-tock
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| My Grandfather clock goes
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| Tick-Tock
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| My Grandfather clock
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| I used to have this coo-coo clock
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| That would bother my Grandfather clock
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| Never gave it no rest so I flew over the top of the nest
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| And then at my request I ask him to resign
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| He was never on time, one hour behind
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| At ten, he struck at nine
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| But he did not fuck with mine cause I murdered that machine
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| If you ever beat the clock you know exactly what I mean
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| (exactly what I mean)
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| I hold my Grandfather clock in high esteem
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| My alarm clock screams cause he knows how long it takes me
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| But my Grandfather clock leans over and he shakes me
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| And they both race against time to see who will be
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| The first to wake me
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| But when I became awoke my alarm clock was broke
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| And my Grandfather clock was staring right down my throat
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| And he leaned a little bit closer and he told and I quote:
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| «If you ever race against me, you will surely come up short,»
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| He said, «I'm better than your Timex, your Rolex or your Swatch
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| Your Fossil, Casio, Quartz, your diamond studded watch,»
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| He said, «I control how long you stay alive
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| I’mma tap you on you shoulder at eleven fifty-five»
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| When the time arrives and then and only then
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| You’ll have your five minutes of funk
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| Said my final salutations as I stepped amongst the monks
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| Then he took me exactly where I stood like he should
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| And I tried to reason with him and I tried knocking on wood
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| But he said |