7.49am, Cafe, bottom of my office building: 'You Can't Hurry Love' - PHIL COLLINS, Y'ALL!
(Also, I just went to look up the lyrics for that. Do you know I've been labouring under the delusion that it was 'you can't buy me love'. I think that's a better message?)
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