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I keep walking
Thinking any minute now
I'll turn around
And he'll be there somehow
I keep staring
At the boy in the queue
I'm not quite sure
But he looks like you
I keep hearing
The footsteps behind
I look back
But they're in my mind
I'm nearly there



I couldn't think how to end this one, so I've left it as it
is. 
Posted: 2008-01-25 15:00:40 UTC

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