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"Timekiller", by Project Pitchfork

go away leave me alone I feel your presence in my mind the time seems to stop I set you free you calm my mind you calm my mind make my dreams come true - baby every time it seems to me that fiction and reality melt together for eternity liquid words dropping down the stairs filling the emptiness with sense you and me on the floor floating on our sensibility

you need a timekiller and you don’t understand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand I am your timekiller I let your mind expand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand

tick tock tick tock madness comes tonight what’s reality compared to me I rest on the bed and I’m sure I slowly get mad I’m in a state of mind which makes me blind for the fact that I’m a man I’m here to stay forever but not today

you need a timekiller and you don’t understand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand I am your timekiller I let your mind expand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand

in my heart is no place for you and in my mind is no space for you the exit already melted away and now there’s nothing left to say

you need a timekiller and you don’t understand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand I am your timekiller I let your mind expand I am like quicksand lick it from my hand

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