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By now
All the crowd's arrived
In the front row
Pairs of surly eyes
I can't understand
Trying to surmise
Are they mad at me
What does this imply
Now I'm panicking
Dipping from the scene
Driving Lyndale Ave
Lost in glossy sheen
Of the streetlights
With the slow-mo bleed
It's irrational
But it seems so real to me
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