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the bridges and tall buildings I tremble when I look at them; like a train on the tracks, a jolt starts in my little heart I like to do good good when I'm with friends bad when I think about enemies but they taught me not to hate anyone because I get hated too but I don't think about it because no one really thinks about me I hate hate hate, I travel in my world but I think I think I think I'm going to become a vagabond, I stop for a second, then I start again: I hate, I hate, I think....I get confused. but I don't know anything about myself, thoughts rise like blinding sirens in the night.... and I have to fight with myself, lying in bed like a CD on top of the stereo waiting to be played.