A photograph a still frame
A memory reminds you
A hollow point seems inane
Cause every day will find you
For what it's worth I did see
A clown smile through his pain
Then something happened and in time
I'll take the time to explain
I walked the streets they're empty
A glutton spared some change
A cup, A cop, some coffee
A look, the tastes disdain
Apologetic, a sorry
The coffee's hot but it wont stain
And that something was a mime
That whispered my full name
Every days the same, Every days the same
Every days a day but a different state of mind
Every states the same, Every face the same
But when I'm face to face I'm staring at the mime
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