.A thousand miles an hour>
Every clock was tired
'cause when the summer's young
It's nights spoke in tongues
It's calling out our names
And drawing moth's to flames
All it's nouns we'd sing
It's verbs would bite and sting
Whisper sweet your hand in mine
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