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The same old bus ride you take to school everyday, 7:15 in the morning barely beginning to see the light of day, From congested to light the bus leaks people and gains more, Everyone ready to see what the day has in store, Let's hope the day goes by quickly so I can go home already to sleep, When we all know at the end of the day I'll be out in the streets, Once again with my friends as usual running a muck, Never mind the neighbors you know we never give a...... , This is my stop.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
The bus
The same old bus ride you take to school everyday, 7:15 in the morning barely beginning to see the light of day, From congested to light the bus leaks people and gains more, Everyone ready to see what the day has in store, Let's hope the day goes by quickly so I can go home already to sleep, When we all know at the end of the day I'll be out in the streets, Once again with my friends as usual running a muck, Never mind the neighbors you know we never give a...... , This is my stop.
My bus ride to school
john-acosta
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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