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[title] => Man on Tracks
[time] => 2008-11-03 19:58:05
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[bodytext] => Well, I once left my home and I once left it fast
With a box full of papers and handful of cash.
There were so many things that I wish I could pass;
But inside I just wanted to stop.
The man with the flowers looked into my eyes.
How I wanted to tell him but just had to cry.
He said "boy, why you cryin'?", then gave me the time
And I left and went on with my day.
I stood by myself and I laughed as a truck
Tried to drive up a curb but it failed and got stuck.
And the man selling pretzels worked hard for a buck.
He sold nothing and neither did I.
Have I wasted my time? Have I nothing to say?
I allow them to burn into day after day,
I suppose I resist 'cause I'm much too afraid.
Now I'm driving away down the road.
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