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The clock with the metal rim Lay it flat And see us inside Sprinting away from the hands In hot pursuit And trapped in different quadrants.... Will you love me Two hours behind Eight states away And a year apart?
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
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The clock with the metal rim Lay it flat And see us inside Sprinting away from the hands In hot pursuit And trapped in different quadrants.... Will you love me Two hours behind Eight states away And a year apart?
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
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