| Underneath a big clock at the corner
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| Of fifth avenue and 22nd street
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| I stood and waited for a girl I knew
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| At the spot where we agreed to meet
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| It was four minutes of two
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| At four of two I stood waiting for the girl
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| I was four minutes early for the date we had planned
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| I was planning to say I was in love with her
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| Just as soon as she showed for a two o’clock date
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| And the clock said four of two
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| At four of two I was staring into space
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| She was not yet late according to the clock
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| I was feeling nervous so I kept looking up
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| At the clock sticking out of the side of the building
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| And it still said four of two
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| At four of two I began to feel tired
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| And I rubbed my eyes and again I checked the time
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| It seemed as if the sky was growing dark
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| But I felt reassured when I looked at the clock
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| And it still said four of two
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| I lay my head down on the sidewalk so in case
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| She were coming I would have a better view
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| But no one was there so I stretched out
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| And closed my eyes for a second or two
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| It was four minutes of two
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| At once I awoke to a futuristic world
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| There were flying cars and gigantic metal bugs
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| I’d grown a beard, it was long and white
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| But I knew that the girl would be coming very soon
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| For though everything had changed. |
| there was still that clock
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| And it still said four of two |