Tortoise shell, tell me you're out there.
Can you see them run faster?
They are passing by, you wait for the sign.
Slow and steady is racing
Moving along in the slow lane
Not moving at all though, so are you afraid?
Would you rather hide in that shell and wait?
Disguising your eyes obscuring your face.
Well, have it your way, just to do your own thing.
In the end no one wins, our bodies are writhing
The exhaustion from running is wearing me thin
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