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Street underneath my feet
keeps on giving me a path
to somewhere I don't know
I've got things on my head
things on my mind before
before they catch me if I can
my ideas of things yet to come
over there - like a face in the path
no way of trying to get me going
here, there, or anywhere,
so I sit and think of things
yet to come
