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All the pop music won't help Past the time that runs so slowly And lingers around your neck,  Time took your breath away, It took your breath away - - With chapped lips, Singing the tantrums Of Piledriver Waltz You wished you could disappear - - You're dying for the wounds Which you can visually see Because unlike what's inside you, You can watch it slowly healed