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| In the city, people go from one place to another |
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| Excite all my senses |
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| With green and red |
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| And green again |
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| Walk, |
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| Don't Walk, Don't Walk |
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| Fill myself with
the new Images and shapes |
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Yliopiston kadulla: Tramroad mending |
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Rehov Benyehuda: Cobble stone repairing |
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Flatbush Avenue: Manhattan Bridge revision |
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Dos de Mayo: Traffic light painting |
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| Walk |
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| Don't Walk, Don't |
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| There's a traffic in me |
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| Blood, Oxygen, Bubble Blood |
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| The Bubble Blond is getting me to boil |
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| Red |
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| Green |
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| And red and green again |
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| Give me some air |
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| I'll drink it |
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| Walk |
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| Don't walk |
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| There's a traffic between our bodies, |
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| Give me some air and I'll expell it |
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| There's a traffic going around you |
| And you don't know it |
| Walk, Don't Walk, Please, Please, Do Walk. |
 Et le miroir reprit possession |
