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a blur; a blur; a blur and we don't stop, but we do fake out our jobs and make them think we are coming but we don't go. and we don't stop, and the words you're listening for are all mangled up and you can't understand, and you aren't sure if he said them or not, but you don't want to ask, because that would make things so much weirder. and we don't stop, but the grime and the grit bring you in and you make a list of what you'd like to listen, but these days the music is no longer free...oh, well...goodbye money and we don't stop, but we always make sure we are going the correct way down one way streets. and we don't stop, but we always go to three different restaurants owned by the same two men for three consecutive meals. and we don't stop, keep it up, keep on moving, keep on walking and banging your head, and singing your white boy soul, and banging those oh so air drums, and when the store that you are walking to is closed, just keep on walking, walking. |