The Inflection Point

Ten To The Third

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I left my room on the Campus West Side

I walked from noon through the night

I changed my crowd, I ditched my tie

I watched the sparks fly off the fire

I found your old house, I didn’t even try

They’d closed the shutters, they’d pulled the blinds

I had a dream, that you were mine

I’ve had that dream a thousand times

A thousand times

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