Las 12am Y Su Mascota
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12am And Its Pet
All the hands that a clock possesses come together
Virtues and quirks die, dreams and nightmares live
Here the day bends, here a page is turned
We wait for the sun here the day is born
Don't tell me what to do with my hours
I am the owner of them
They are my property and are under my care
I watch over them at night and during the day they pile on me
They lick, scratch me, feed on my wounds
In their claws they take me, no one tames them
My dear hours have turned me into their pet
Here the day bends, here a page is turned
We wait for the sun here the day is born
Don't tell me what to do with my hours
I am the owner of them
They are my property and are under my care
I watch over them at night and during the day they pile on me
They lick, scratch me, feed on my wounds
In their claws they take me, no one tames them
My dear hours have turned me into their pet
They have turned me into their pet
They have turned me into their pet
