I am that hour hand
The taller one
The mighty one
The one that points at midnight
And from twelve
I fall to nine
And in nine
I cease to be-falling back to bad habits that kill
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Thirty Three
I am that hour hand
The taller one
The mighty one
The one that points at midnight
And from twelve
I fall to nine
And in nine
I cease to be-falling back to bad habits that kill