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I was walking |
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With my feet |
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A disposition |
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Fell over me |
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The armory wall was bleeding |
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The restless child was reading |
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I was swimming |
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Could hardly stand |
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The swimming hour was at hand |
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The fishes they were feeding |
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The lambs they were bleating |
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I walk slowly |
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When I walk away from you |
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I'm feeling bad |
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I'm looking bad |
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I feel and look so bad |
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Some might say |
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Yours truly is soaking his head |
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There's apprehension |
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And inhibition |
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All contributions |
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To my attrition |
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And it happened long ago |
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These things these things |
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That make me walk so darn slow |
