Tuesday 3am

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The clock, does not Tic Toc
When you're lonely, and in love
It whines and grinds like oil less gears
And thumps the seconds into your ears.

Whine......thump!
Grind..... thump!
Whine......thump!

Time passes by so slowly
When you're lonely, and in love.

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