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Well I caught a cab down at the corner of Stockton and 54th. She wouldn?t have known if I was up or north. And all im doing is just sitting around here waiting for you. Outa sight! Hitched my thumb up in the air to catch a ride. Nobody wanted to step aside. So I wave my hands above my face, rubbed my feet against the curb to watch you roll...roll away. Holy ghost walk your solemn way. Just pull up a seat and wait, I wont be long. On the subtle side of what I wrote.

The teachers they let us leave without reminding us of our ?presidential image? we carry around in our pockets launching rockets...holding up road signs to speak...happens just about every time. All the while, there?s a bet I made down in Woodlow. I try not to overcomplicate the message of a simple thought. On the subtle side of what I wrote.