when you walk out on the street
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it is always quite important to look both ways
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before crossing
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and i once knew a boy
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whose mother never taught him well
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he stepped off the curb and got knocked down by a suburban
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he spent fours days in a coma,
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his mom and dad stood over his hospital bed
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the nurse brought in a plastic bag for his shit
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the neurologist did a few tests
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and on the fifth day he died
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his sister didn't even cry
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and i guess she didn't love him anyways
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Dance In The Glare Of Headlights
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| Saves the Day |
