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keep the motor running
I have a path to make
walking right beside the kerb
in circles the size
of not very far
they do not have
the meanings I said
they did, they would, they must
and reason gets hard to fake
harder with each mistake
the years have taught me
nothing but nothing
can spin so dizzy fast
pull me along across each line
with a handful of string
a fistful of fate
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