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Our hands on the pillow, hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses
don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark
Is it about the story where we did grow older, and one of them
Don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark, don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark
Don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark, and one of them, heads on the pillow
Our hands on the pillow, hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses
Is it about the story where we did grow older, how do we know
Hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses, catching up sun through the window
our hands on the pillow
Catching up sun through the window, and one of them
Don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark, is it about the story where we did grow older, is it about the story where we did grow older
so release me on the countdown x3
hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses
How do we know, hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses
Is it about the story where we did grow older, awaking in the mess
Oh you can call it home, and one of them, now we know the day will lead the way
Catching up sun through the window, how do we know
when the day will start all over
You can call it home, don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark
Awaking in the mess, awaking in the mess, hands are tied together like rows and rows of houses
And one of them, i guess i should know Coco, is it about the story where we did grow older
Catching up sun through the window, don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark
How long can we stay here together, oh you can call it home, and one of them
Don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark, heads on the pillow Plane, and one of them
is it about the story where we did grow older
Catching up sun through the window, so release me on the countdown x3, and one of them
Smiles are cars upon our faces, oh you can call it home
Catching up sun through the window, lying on the floor
Catching up sun through the window, when the day will start all over
how long can we stay here together
don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark
catching up sun through the window
I guess i should know, oh you can call it home
Don t you worry when the tick of the clock gets dark, heads on the pillow