saw johnny tonight but we didn t say hello to each other we re all moving pretty fast these days bumping around like bumper cars slippery kelp in the tide it s awful hard to hang on to each other flying around hot h2o molecules balls that come in contact often alter their direction high pressure days high pressure high pressure days high pressure our paths still cross in these high pressure days a crowd pattern will emerge exchange phone numbers wither away high pressure days finding that our motions high pressure nights fit into a pattern1
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