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At the risk of being noticed

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The kids in class took a nap today
And they dreamed dreams of never turning back
But we knew we couldn't let go.
The teachers in a row. They wrapped us in a bow.

 The highway was filled today
The working men sealed in just like sardines
They were looking at the totaled car
He was at the bar. But he had gone too far.

 I hurt my feet walking home today
The streets fell away tearing both my soles
The street lights had turned from red to green
But it wasn't me. I couldn't risk being seen.




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