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The Uber was early And more radiant than expected From it rope ran Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas Tugging what I don’t know,
Look into my rear view, I’m like “How you doing?” Asking what your name is, cause it’s real important Making sure your ride is right and comfortable Oh you late for your flight, then we got to go  
A toothless angel on a midnight bike ride flew by and said God bless you bro, Sitting in my car waiting for a rider to drive to I yelled God bless you dude, He must have been an angel, this is LA.
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