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Walkin' down the street with my eyes wide openJust to pass the timeWell I was contemplatin' droppin' inAnd visitin' a friend of mineAround the corner and I missed the turningPreoccupied I guess with a lack of concentration, more or lessWalkin' down the street with my hands in my pockets,Shufflin' my shoesWell I'm broke in the cityAnd there ain't a blessed thing to doNothing for it now but to live on through it,Cause it's only in your mindAnd it really doesn't matter if the sun don't shineSometimes my head wandersWon't hold the line connected to the feelingMind out of timeMind out of timeWalkin' down the street with my head full of memories,Motivations tooAnd all the mental baggageThat makes me do the things I doGot a healthy dose of imagination,Askin' all the reasons whyNo use for wings if you ain't gonna learn to flyLearn to fly From Letras Mania