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Every couple days I see him Standing, never sitting Head bent, leaning with the car The other people are constellations But he is this one lone star He never looks up or right Just down with crinkled frown He doesn't know just how bright His light shines through this brown This brown, this palpable **** It covers us all The fat, the lazy, the fit It clings to our shirtsleeves Pulls at our cuffs Slowly burning our tree leaves In slow deliberate puffs But here he is Every other day Devoid of this **** and stank Simply moving with the sway I sometimes think of getting up Of telling him how I feel Mister you are beautiful A wine glass where I am a cup A plastic one with lines to tell How much is too much From ***** wine, even 7up Though I never will Sir it's not just that you are beautiful It's because you never sit You just stand and sway Flexing your mighty wrist You never stumble at the stops Your ******* headphones I doubt they twist I know what I'm doing Or at least what my mother would say I've turned you into an ideal A bet that will never pay You'll be mean, jealous or loud Sorry or far too proud But how can you still shine like this Each and every other day An orbiting star standing three feet away In this ***** **** covered subway
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
The Subway Star
Every couple days I see him Standing, never sitting Head bent, leaning with the car The other people are constellations But he is this one lone star He never looks up or right Just down with crinkled frown He doesn't know just how bright His light shines through this brown This brown, this palpable **** It covers us all The fat, the lazy, the fit It clings to our shirtsleeves Pulls at our cuffs Slowly burning our tree leaves In slow deliberate puffs But here he is Every other day Devoid of this **** and stank Simply moving with the sway I sometimes think of getting up Of telling him how I feel Mister you are beautiful A wine glass where I am a cup A plastic one with lines to tell How much is too much From ***** wine, even 7up Though I never will Sir it's not just that you are beautiful It's because you never sit You just stand and sway Flexing your mighty wrist You never stumble at the stops Your ******* headphones I doubt they twist I know what I'm doing Or at least what my mother would say I've turned you into an ideal A bet that will never pay You'll be mean, jealous or loud Sorry or far too proud But how can you still shine like this Each and every other day An orbiting star standing three feet away In this ***** **** covered subway
q-d-malcolm
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Canadian
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
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