Paroles de Butterfly Clock
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..
Riding the minute hand
Of the butterfly clock..
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