Light track, dark track
Forward and back track
Neither one any more real than the other
Curving to my left and curving to my right
Each one disappearing off into the outer space
I stand in the middle on a bridge in between
On yellow traffic lines, looking out for cars to come
So I won't
Get
Hit
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