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picked up a fat, gold watch for you down where the river washes over the avenue. and i listened to it tick away the minutes. looked out at the awful sky. i was afraid that my arm was broken, but it was only kinda run down. i went walking after two last night, felt like i was the only guy in town. and i'm not. i know. and i don't need you to tell me so. look at this watch. look at this watch. you won't believe what this thing can do. From Letras Mania