He saw your bike chained to a tree right outside the library.
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Pulled over to go inside to see if you might need a ride.
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But his head started thinking.
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His confidence shrinking.
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He couldn't make up his mind.
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Behold the king of indecision.
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He chooses nothing with precision.
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Ambivalent tight rope walker.
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He's such a vague and shady talker.
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But if he comes to you then you know his love is true.
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Up and down the rows he looked.
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Among the shelves of ancient books.
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At last in fiction Q through R, found you cross-legged on the floor.
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Eyes transfixed to a page.
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You were in some other time and some other place.
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He left a note on your handle bar before getting back in his car.
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And drove straight into the setting sun.
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Tight Rope Walker
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| Discover America |
