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I lost my ticket again,stuck in the lining of my bag,with seams that seem to rip,and thread together all the thingsthat I never needed:lipstick and receiptsand calling cards to call home.I wish that I could stay right on the beat;replace my heart with a drum machineso I can sing and not think.I take my seat next to a man;he checks his watch,and looks then looks away.The turn signal clicks like a metronome.I can never follow those.I'm always a little bit ahead.I wish that I could stay right on the beat;replace my heart with a drum machine,so I could sing and not thinkg about anything.Replace my mind with a battery,So I can run without caffeine,I can't live my life on coffee. From Letras Mania