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When you're in that certain frame of mind.
When the last one seems a lifetime ago.
The next one is just out of reach.
Your mind is not working quite right.
Just that one thought is clear.
Several smaller thoghts bounce in and out.
But, always back to the main goal.
The main thought, the main obsession.
You are not there yet.
How much longer?
It's so hot, it's so cold.
My feet hurt, my mouth is dry.
Back to the main goal, the main thought.
The obsession, the next one, not yet.
Where the hell is he, i just saw him.
He better be on the next block, I'm beat.
I'd be better off dead, back to the goal.
The thought, the obsession, the next one.
Your moving in a haze, not running not
walking. With that look on your face.
When the last one seems a lifetime ago.
The next one is just out of reach.
Your mind is not working quite right.
Just that one thought is clear.
Several smaller thoghts bounce in and out.
But, always back to the main goal.
The main thought, the main obsession.
You are not there yet.
How much longer?
It's so hot, it's so cold.
My feet hurt, my mouth is dry.
Back to the main goal, the main thought.
The obsession, the next one, not yet.
Where the hell is he, i just saw him.
He better be on the next block, I'm beat.
I'd be better off dead, back to the goal.
The thought, the obsession, the next one.
Your moving in a haze, not running not
walking. With that look on your face.
You can't win them all.
But one would be nice!
But one would be nice!
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