Facing New York

Facing New York - Butterfly Clock lyrics

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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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Language: English

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