| Walking in my running shoes
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| Arms flailing on a winter beach
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| The calmness of the off season
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| Dog is freaking out of reach
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| Unleashed insanity
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| With ears all a flappin'
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| Disregard for the uptight runner
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| With tongues and lips all a smackin'
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| But I have to Leave
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| Much better than reality
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| Pretend the movie Rollerball
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| As I blade top speed down the boardwalk
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| Zinging by all the blue hair
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| As I skate the races in my thoughts
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| Hopping cracks and dodging sand drifts
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| With only a timely precision
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| My mind is clear as a race car driver
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| I cannot afford a poor decision
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| Wet suit, booties, glove and a hood
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| A chill bites into me just watching
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| Freezing water as it should
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| No fear just balls
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| Then no stopping
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| Dropping in on a big chilly wall
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| Spectators with the metal detectors
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| Pedaling a low ride cruiser
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| With a rear view mirror and a red reflector
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| Virginia Beach, yep
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| Virginia Beach
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| Vabeeotchay |