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Do you think that I could have a little of your time.
To talk about a little problem, of mine.
You see I've gotten myself into a great big mess,
And history is what's becoming of the rest.
It's sunny outside but the cold seems to take my breath away.
The traffics bad I'm stuck there's no way I won't be late
