“I don’t like to stop and think”
Says my shadow as it slides
Off the wall and dashes across the ground
(She’s testing her fullest length of rope again)
(She’s testing her fullest length of rope again)
“Cause if I did stop and really think
I would be so incredibly sad” sighs
My shadow, trapped forever chained,
And shackled to my capricious ankles.
And shackled to my capricious ankles.
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