A dime a dozen, a baker's oven.
One night, one day.
A phone call coming my way.
An eye for a storm, gloves to keep me warm.
Company at the hour of noon, until the clock stricks moon.
I'm just concerned about the warning, never believing it's almost morning.
Daylight savings saves me an hour, but it takes away your power.
Everything's for the better.
I'm just glad I got this letter.
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