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If I wait any longer the world could've ended And the moon it takes hours to come around Me and my watch, we're getting connected We play at who can stare the other one out I hear for the car to pull into the driveway And the moon it threatens to finish its rounds The ads on the TV are all ten-digit numbers And pieces of skin that aren't usually allowed We've been moving around in these same walls again It couldn't be any longer I'm back in here again We've been moving 'round But it's just a kind of death now It's just a kind of death From Letras Mania