I'm running madly
I don't really know from what
I've been living my whole life like some phrase at the tip of my tongue
Don't really know how to say it
It's always just out of reach
Stays locked in my larynx along with my freedom of speech
I'll use the rubber on my shoes to erase all that I've done
And if I just keep adding miles and miles to the soles I can erase all that's gone wrong
Some people write their stories with ink and a ball point pen
But I'll use the rubber on my shoes till streets and rivers end
I roam alone and restless
A ghost through the alleyways
Preyed upon by no one but loved by just the same
You might feel my touch
A cold breeze against your skin
But you'll just unroll your shirt sleeves and shiver, moving on your way again
I'll use the rubber on my shoes to erase all that I've done
And if I just keep adding miles and miles to the soles
I can erase all that's gone wrong
Some people write their novels with ink and a fountain pen
But at dawn it's on the streets I've drawn my words with my shoes in hand

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