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The station
Sometimes I pretend I don't know that I'm being followed, set it up like a relay and take turns if that makes you feel better, smoked my last cigarette and then left the house, find another reason to get closer or to break the ice, what do you want? What do you seek? What are you waiting for? Redeem the wrong on my way home but I'm delusional, what did you see? That wasn't me your eyes playing tricks on you, I'm just a man sometimes a bum no fame it's more like who? if I have 4 I'll give you 2, the answer to the question, it saved my soul from being consumed the aroma eternal.
