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AKA "That Wave of Air That Washes Over a Few Seconds After Someone Walks By, Which I Usually Hold My Breath For"...we forget that we live in what is physically defined as a fluid, and are just like fish in water who feel the wakes of those passing by.
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Realize what you've befell is not the fault of those around you
Maybe they can tell you don't mean the routine you've sold to yourself
When the going gets tough the kicks don't ever miss their target
It's hard to your chest
And if you sit for one minute, you'll never feel the end of it
'till O God bless your soul, God rest
Baby you can tell that I've weened from true dreams of old
Don't trade seeds for their shells, a root springs from the streams and soils
Don't look down
I'm in a great place, the rain patters upon my face
One from the (good) old days, a frame of millions has my gaze
A pity that you're not yourself through any of this
A city made of gold with nowhere to go anymore, nothing to do but
Realize what you've befell is not the fault of those around you
Maybe you can tell, you don't need the routine you've sold
Don't look down
A shame that you are not yourself in your chains made of gold
A great city all to yourself with no better place to go
A great city all to yourself with its streets paved of gold
A shame that you're not quite yourself but there's so much space to grow
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