There's danger in the street,
in every smile you meet,
In every passing train,
the trees along the lane.
There's laughing in the wind,
in places I have been,
In things I ought to've said,
the secrets in my head.
There's something in your smile,
from friend to crocodile
From robe to tattered dress,
there's something nonetheless.
And could I know that something,
or that danger in the street,
The laughing in my head would stop-
would stop, as would my feet.
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