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Devotchka in my ear And ***** in my gut I'm transcending the years Just waiting for my bus I hope it never comes I hope it drives right passed Hope it flips atop bums Under the overpass But it does stop for me Right smack nab on the dot And as I am boarding I drop change in the slot I'm walking down the aisle I want a back seat badly I'm returning all these smiles But I am fracturing And I got forty blocks I got forty stupid stops To find a frickin seat But standing room only Dinng
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
Dinng
Devotchka in my ear And ***** in my gut I'm transcending the years Just waiting for my bus I hope it never comes I hope it drives right passed Hope it flips atop bums Under the overpass But it does stop for me Right smack nab on the dot And as I am boarding I drop change in the slot I'm walking down the aisle I want a back seat badly I'm returning all these smiles But I am fracturing And I got forty blocks I got forty stupid stops To find a frickin seat But standing room only Dinng
Mikhael
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
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