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May 2010
okay I
feel kinda feverish
need Chinese food
pass Chinese food on the way to
the light circle center of the city of the worlds
Greasy hair I have
greasy hair man it's frigid to the touch
and stiffly trapped in the smog wind tunnel I
jumping from bus to bus
from light to light to light city
Written by
Kathleen Mavourneen
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