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Jan 2010
Wishing for sleep it’s
Five AM and a train’s going by,
I can hear the tracks rumble,
Wide awake couldn’t tell you why just
Feel it’s only eight or nine.
The air is humid, the weather’s for wine
And I'm quite well, I'm feeling fine I'm
Always a fool for time.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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