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I spend most of my days on the top level of a double decker bus Going from one direction in the morning to another in the afternoon. The glamor lacks but the freedom is incredible. Where will I go? What will I do? Will I ever come back to you? Waking and working cooking and cleaning marrying and conceiving What a dull sad life most are destined to live While I enjoy my time living the lie of someone who travels on a double decker bus
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
Double Decker Bus
I spend most of my days on the top level of a double decker bus Going from one direction in the morning to another in the afternoon. The glamor lacks but the freedom is incredible. Where will I go? What will I do? Will I ever come back to you? Waking and working cooking and cleaning marrying and conceiving What a dull sad life most are destined to live While I enjoy my time living the lie of someone who travels on a double decker bus
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Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 7:23 AM UTC
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