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TAXI SPEED

Speed with me through taxi streets
A fast mind walking
Talking
The tingle at fingertips is just coffee heat

The scene is beat
Suburban dreams
Cities greet

On our feet and
On our back
still money is the only thing we lack

Long distance love conversations
Can't see my eyes in the bathroom mirror

We walk until our feet
Bleed blister's pus
Then still another mile

The highway's light
Aren't so bright
Like daylight's night

Look over your shoulder
And return to find
Your fears facing you
In front of you
Not following you

Speed with me through taxi streets
We'll scare ourselves
Like we do the passers-by

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