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Everywhere I go
I meet the same kid
Staring at a laundromat
Wishing it was him
At the parade
He just talks
Plans his escapes
As the marchers walk
Hold your last
Regret to the wind
If it blows away
You won't regret a thing
If it returns
Or the wind does die
Then
Dance like dancers
On their last day
Get the moves right
Get it right
Free
yourself
from the idea
that you
are special
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