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I want to shut my eyes
pick an empty stretch of street
shut my eyes and kickstart my feet
forget who i'm supposed to be
and start doing this for the craft
I'd love if you put me on a pedastale
I'm running with my eyes closed just because it's what crazy people do
Think you can manage keeping me from looking the fool?
Or am I here to make you look good
Look good, look good
I can't see, sun's peeking in from the corner of my eye
Illuminating the lid red
The concrete feels good underneath my feet
Solid, solid
I'm solid, I'm solid
I'm asleep becaue I'm not imagining
I don't mind, I don't mind
My memories aren't really memories
I can't remember what I saw and what I imagined
So I'll run so that I don't see
and I know I imagine the people watching me run
Everyone's there, everyone's there
Hearing the slap of shoes on the street
It's been five seconds
and my mind has whirred
thrown out thoughts faster then you can say so
it's not very hard to forget
six seconds of speed
and nothing, nothing to see
how much longer? The street wasn't long
I don't know, I can't see
I can't open my eyes, I can't see
I'm alright, I can't see
And so by stroke of luck she dashes through the intersection, cars honking wildly at the figure with arms outstretched who looks like she's dancing, or pretending to fly, as she runs between cars without grazing one in a way that would make Frogger jealous
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