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there’s no award worth winning there’s no living to be made if we don’t set the clock we’re checking out because nothing makes this song worth singing there’s no one left swimming there’s no voice to serenade if he won’t fall upon the hand grenade but nothing makes this song worth singing the self destruction lean is bursting at the seams with volunteers for you and me your deconstructive lean is tearing out the seams this is not the one for me if we don’t set the clock we’re checking out From Letras Mania