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That Bench.
I wanted you, you threw me down,
sitting on that familiar bench across town.
I was thinking couldn't you leave my mind?
give me a place to take the time.
To set it straight, the clock strikes nine
one past eight, can't you give
me the chance to relate?
I hadn't saw you in forever, whatever
whatever that's all you said. That voice
echoing in my head.
