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The first time I missed a bus I ran down the street Behind the bus that was fading away Gradually I cried shamelessly While still chasing the bus down I still miss buses I still run down the street I don't cry anymore about it though Guess I have grown up
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Growing up
The first time I missed a bus I ran down the street Behind the bus that was fading away Gradually I cried shamelessly While still chasing the bus down I still miss buses I still run down the street I don't cry anymore about it though Guess I have grown up
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
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