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Butterfly Clock - Facing New York-歌词

Butterfly Clock - Facing New York

I heard a joke

Three men in a bar

One blind one rich

One is soaking wet

A challenge ensues

Who will beat the clock

At what

I don't know

It was a bad joke

We've yet to reach the end

You and I

And all of our friends

Riding the minute hand

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