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I watch the birds fly by Thinking of where they’ll go My naive mind in the clouds not worrying a bit I still question though What is it that this boy sees Across from me he thinks Unknowing his life and what he’s got to come. His fingers pretending to run on string Going to a place more than south I can hear him sing a tune that’s familiar to my ear Boy do I wish to be him And never know of a dark time Hopefully he doesn’t take a glimpse Too bad we grew up with these same thinkings...
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Bus Boys
I watch the birds fly by Thinking of where they’ll go My naive mind in the clouds not worrying a bit I still question though What is it that this boy sees Across from me he thinks Unknowing his life and what he’s got to come. His fingers pretending to run on string Going to a place more than south I can hear him sing a tune that’s familiar to my ear Boy do I wish to be him And never know of a dark time Hopefully he doesn’t take a glimpse Too bad we grew up with these same thinkings...
CTA Buses are fun when you're looking at yourself contemplating on pulling the string to mess with everyone
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
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