My thoughts take me downtown
change up at the turnstile
go blind in the traffic
i go about it the wrong way
so what
see both pennies landed
they jumped where the sky scrapes
one’s heads
one’s blind
i’m yours
and you’re over
now change
get caught on the weak end
you’re gone and now we fade
your mind makes me nervous
your thoughts make me feel bad
it’s all right
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