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Whence he came a bus driver  he'd always have somewhere to be.  Somewhere to go Whence he came a bus driver  noone would ever have to know  He'd never be lost and alone  Driving down the road  He once called home  But alas he is once again there  Imagining the midnight fair  His bus got warm  Whence outside was windy  His bus was cold  Her name was Sindy The street of which they ruled  King and queen they had ever'one fooled  He swore he'd never again drive lost  Down that road that cost For whence he came a bus driver  He'd always have somewhere to be  He wouldnt have time  To get lost in the rhyme  Of the king and queen to be  He loved her so  But whence she saw his show  She coughed and ran  She laughed and span  And kissed his love to be  After that day he swore  He'd never drive the street  For if he killed another If he trapped their feet just under  The wheels on his bus burnt umber  If they were lost in games  And his bus slipped on the rain  Life could not go on  On their empty lonely street He knew he'd change another Possibly **** his lover Down that empty lonely street He'd forget about their show  And nobody would know Whence he came a bus driver
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Whence He Came A Bus Driver
Whence he came a bus driver  he'd always have somewhere to be.  Somewhere to go Whence he came a bus driver  noone would ever have to know  He'd never be lost and alone  Driving down the road  He once called home  But alas he is once again there  Imagining the midnight fair  His bus got warm  Whence outside was windy  His bus was cold  Her name was Sindy The street of which they ruled  King and queen they had ever'one fooled  He swore he'd never again drive lost  Down that road that cost For whence he came a bus driver  He'd always have somewhere to be  He wouldnt have time  To get lost in the rhyme  Of the king and queen to be  He loved her so  But whence she saw his show  She coughed and ran  She laughed and span  And kissed his love to be  After that day he swore  He'd never drive the street  For if he killed another If he trapped their feet just under  The wheels on his bus burnt umber  If they were lost in games  And his bus slipped on the rain  Life could not go on  On their empty lonely street He knew he'd change another Possibly **** his lover Down that empty lonely street He'd forget about their show  And nobody would know Whence he came a bus driver
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imaginary-reality
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
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