Well, I've seen the girl running
With no shoes on her feet,
Jumping shade to shadow
In this deafening heat.
And I hear the trains coming.
And the drunk man singing on the street.
And the fan on the ceiling, reeling
Me into sleep.
And I dream silent movies
Black and white memories, I suppose.
They're the same old stories,
But wearing different clothes.
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So where's the girl running
With no shoes on her feet,
'Cause there's no shade nor shadow
In this deafening heat.

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