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It’s Our Life
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock….
It’s almost like it will never stop a all
But it’s the counting of our clock,
By the time it doesn’t Tick or Tock, that will be our last call.
Our choices make our future,
Forget the past.
It’s our picture,
And it is one that will always last.
We try to make our name stay on earth,
But our loved ones know of our memorable life.
We will have another birth,
Even after we pay the tithe.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock….
It’s almost like it will never stop a all
But it’s the counting of our clock,
By the time it doesn’t Tick or Tock, that will be our last call.
Our choices make our future,
Forget the past.
It’s our picture,
And it is one that will always last.
We try to make our name stay on earth,
But our loved ones know of our memorable life.
We will have another birth,
Even after we pay the tithe.
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