the world, large as it is and small as it is, gives me hope. if we hadn't met already, it would only have been a matter of time.
it's always a matter of time.
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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