This is where we grow,
But it's hard for engines to evolve.
To me it seems like we were built for time-keeping,
But you swear it's the streets that doing it for us.
You're coming and I'm going,
And it's rather sad,
That your heart is racing but you're mind is slowing,
Calm down, you're veins are showing.
Angels are not in choirs anymore,
You notice that too?
They're running court controls and opening dollar stores,
But here I am with gum on my shoe.
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