Lyrics:

Infomation:

Pretty pendant decendend of joy,
Return the father to the boy.
Resent your past, repent at last,
For we are only lines on the map.

Calendars (ooooooh)
And clocks (ooooooh)
And hickory docks

Find a feeling that feels okay,
Find another to blow it away.
Who are you and who am I?
Please don't ask me I'll break down and cry.

Calendars (ooooooh)
And clocks (ooooooh)
And hickory docks

Hoo ha hoo ha
oooOOOHhh
oooOOOHhh
oooOOOHhh
oohhh...
Theres nothing more ,than the seashells on the sea shore.
Nothing more than, the church bell that rings no more.
Nothing more than, the scenes behind a closed door.
Nothing more than, the rich and penniless poor.
Nothing more, no nothing more.
Ooooooohhhh

Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Yeah,
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Yeah,
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
Yeah,
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks. (tick tock)
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Aannddnd Tick Tocks!