Written January 2002.
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She had the funniest face you ever did see, she looked in the
mirror defensively. She tied her shoelaces together when she wasn't looking at her feet, and trip and fall and scream
"Conspiracy!"
Tied feed can't run, but she'd be lost without them.
Run, wild mind, run, run. Wild
mind, look what you've done when you run mind done run
She was stuck at the head of her bed, sure that
the monster underneath wasn't in her head. And she wouldn't even dangle her feet cuz she thought monsters thought
achilles heels taste so sweet.
Walking from heel to toe ain't gonna work no more.
Run, wild mind, run.
Wild mind, look what you've done when you run, run run mind done run
She had the funniest friends you
ever could meet, she thought every hug was a sign she would lose her seat. And every pat on the back never meant "how
ya doin'" it was just a code of how they were plotting her ruin.
Outlook ain't sunny. Ain't her friends funny?
Run, wild mind, run Wild mind, look what you've done when you run run run mind done run mind done
run
run run run run run run run run run run run....
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