"Time Travel"
What a way to know
I fell too easily in love
When I spent my time with you
It's an explanation, not an excuse
After a semester without sleep
I dreamed of going back
Where you would never find me
I'd hide behind all of Berkeley
I could not turn clocks
To when I wanted it to be
I might've done it again with you
If I had time to make an excuse.
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