To run incredibly fast from one place to another
To make decisive movements but without reason
A particular object slipping out of your grasp
Or the once-solid becoming nothing before your very eyes
Somethings may take a long time, but everything happens
Let's tie reason's slumber to the tail of an angel that isn't paying attention
Don't worry, he won't smite you
Let's hide our problem out on the salt flats where witches fear tread
Let's get ourselves a nutritious meal and tip generously
This haul won't get any shorter
Hills and un-hills, alike
Like fever and cold clamminess dancing across your forehead
A whole bunch of likes
Little things standing in for big things
Every thing that brings me back to you
A solid as
A couple of buts
Like like like
Turn it around
You won't find it cheaper
Location:Portland St,Baltimore,United States
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