The Ride

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Every morning I ride the bus.

Every morning the shadows call your name.

Every morning I forget that I have a destination.

Every morning I forget I'm supposed to be over you.

Every morning the bus rolls on in complete darkness.

Every morning I show the dark world I miss you.

Till I get off the bus.

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