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When in a public place |
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Note how well |
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I manoeuvre |
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It's like a quest for grace |
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When among stumbling commuters |
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I think about each step |
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Not of where I'm trying to get |
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Watching people move |
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They appear to groove |
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With the invisible |
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Watching people move |
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They appear to fuse |
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With the invisible |
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Oh you lost those moves |
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How is it possible |
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When in a limited space |
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I try to find a cube for me |
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With subtle changes of pace |
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I move through various densities |
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I think upon each stride |
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Until I feel I glide |
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Watching people move |
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They appear to groove |
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With the invisible |
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Watching people move |
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They appear to fuse |
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With the invisible |
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Oh you lost those moves |
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How is it possible |
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Scuffed shoes |
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O what to do... |
