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Am I a fire or the lighter? Am I full of it? Is it me or is it all of them? I'm like my father, I am stubborn I'm my mother's kid I'll guilt myself into pain until there's nothing left (Nothing left) The air is getting gray now I see it on the way down Yeah, yeah It's picking up the pace now It's quicker on the way down, down, down It's like clockwork Wheels turn Heals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad, worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Clockwork Wheels turn SongtexteHeals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Can't run from what I'm made of But why can't I Identify with parts that I'm supposed to recognize? I got a tight grip on the lesson This time I won't let it go Until I let it go, there it goes Air is getting gray now I see it on the way down Ah, yeah It's picking up the pace now It's quicker on the way down It's like clockwork Wheels turn Heals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad, worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Clockwork Wheels turn Heals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad, worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops It's like clockwork Wheels turn Heals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad, worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Clockwork Wheels turn Heals hurts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's like clockwork Bad, worse Tired of sittin' Livin' with it till it drops Aus Songtexte Mania