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These Kind of Ice SkatesYou can’t make a mistakeOn 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.” |