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Bus Station Blues.

Everybody's talking at me. I don't hear a word they're saying. Only the echoes in my mind.
People stopping staring, I can't see their faces, only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Banking off of the North East winds
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone
 
Mornin Ho's ! :seeya:


Busted my head open yesterday..... stapled shut for a a mere$ 485 .00 ! Should be fun at work today !
 
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