LYRIC

Back and forth. West to east.
Across the sprawl.
On the balls of her feet in her arm on her score cars,
It is bruising the company that you try to keep losing.
Back and forth.
The friend to meet at the mall.
On her phone, off peak.
In her arm on her score card another try. ..
Its a winning point.

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