'fraid to slow down,
been fast, runnin' for a long time
past the great vines and the bus stop and the place where
all the great
big
hot
and hard headed men wait around for a beer and come mornin'
child, wild as all hell,
she will be more awake than ever
cold, 7a.m., fire in her eyes, and the getting back to where you belong,
and oh, no, she didn't even see it comin'
but lord was she ready...
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