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On a Thursday afternoon |
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I can see the sun and moon |
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Shadows strobe at 55 |
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Dash after dash |
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Dash after line |
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Telephone poles keep the time |
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A rhythmic metronome of kinds |
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It's the same beat as this song |
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And might just last a lifetime long |
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Where hours can come and go |
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Where hours can come and go |
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On end, on |
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I saw the light |
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Since dancing in the night |
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We played boxes like drums |
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In the car |
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On a Thursday afternoon |
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When the wind begins to swoon |
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A sea of birds like waves in flight |
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Dash after dash 'til out of sight |
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And I saw the white |
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Since dancing in the night |
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We played boxes like drums |
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In the car |
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We drove 7 thousand months afar |
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We played boxes like drums |
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In the car |
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On a Thursday afternoon |
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I can see the sun and moon |
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Shadows strobe at 55 |
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Dash after dash |
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Dash after line |
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On a Thursday afternoon |
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On a Thursday afternoon |
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On a Thursday afternoon |
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Dash after dash |
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Dash after line |
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I saw the white |
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Since dancing in the night |
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We played boxes like drums |
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In the car |
