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On the way I come Highway that jam Fumes and smoke Outskirts of a town Worries and strain Cars up and down Headache a spark! I call it my travel Inside a matatu van Heating and boiling us Or me I be specific No music to flow This is turning rough Maybe Next time I should be on my person
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
on my way
On the way I come Highway that jam Fumes and smoke Outskirts of a town Worries and strain Cars up and down Headache a spark! I call it my travel Inside a matatu van Heating and boiling us Or me I be specific No music to flow This is turning rough Maybe Next time I should be on my person
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
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