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At night, the sound of cars roaring by Makes me sleep At dawn, already full of traffic, I drift In and out of consciousness Smile when I hear a beat I know inside and out A train horn blows I wonder who's going where And coming back home And who's waiting for them to arrive.

Posted by Voodoo Child on October 4, 2007 06:09 PM |

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