I'm going the wrong way on a one way street
I'm marching paralyzed to a different beat
I'm walking in someone else's lost shoes
I'm thinking outside the circular box
I'm skipping stones without the rocks
I'm killing one bird with two different stones
I'm right with my two left feet
I'm joining the group that I've already beat
I'm missing one of the peas in my pod
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