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Facing New York – Butterfly Clock Lyrics

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
Of the butterfly clock..
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