"How you been doin'?", she said
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I said, "Done nothing, usual thing."
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Cue silence...
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She smiles
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I shrug
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She walks away
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"That's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years covered, then."
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When did I become predictable?
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Strobe
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Flickering
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On and off again
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While you played human cannonball to a small world
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I've gone nowhere fast in a big town and stayed alone
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Just wasting other people's space
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24-7, 365, finding new ways to stay off my face
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When did I become...
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Go!
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Strobe
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Flickering
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On and off again
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Strobe
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We are the living dead
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We are the living dead
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Dead by 30.
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Strobe
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| Miss Black America |
