The build up lasted for days,
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lasted for weeks,
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lasted too long.
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Our hero withdrew,
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when there was two,
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he could not choose one,
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so there was none.
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Worn into the vaguely announced.
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The spinning top made a sound
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like a train across the valley,
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fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,
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over the ridge
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into the distances
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written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,
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and when to get off.
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The Build-Up
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| Kings Of Convenience |
