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A rhythm of the street
Idle hands and itchy feet
Frigid cold or waves of heat
I fall into the clouds
A rhythm of the street
A concrete set of beats
Inbetween a pair of strange eyes meet
and we stumble to the ground
Keep on movin' down
Only fools watch where theyre goin'
When I start to feel that rhythm
I fall into the clouds
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