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These Kind of Ice Skates

You can’t make a mistake
On these kind of ice skates.
You can talk, I’ll lay around.
So don’t you be my black plastic case for your glasses.
You fail to feel time affect you.
And I don’t think you’re confusing refusal to heal
With all your selfishness singing, “I know how you feel.”

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