Hours & Hours
It took my hours to get that crap in my eyes I thought that my eyes would water and I'd cry But I pored over the mirror and I bid my time I knew what it meant to me and I knew what I'd find I knew it meant the difference between certainty and brass So I put my hands in my eyes and sure I wasn't very fast but now I don't have to be held back by glasses, now I have contacts
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