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She drives as if she has nothing to lose.
"Hold the Phone!" “Floo-flop” chimes the phone, On the drive home. What text could it be, That you just have to see.
In the midst of dayThere I sit in my roomAnd stare awayMy water is tainted and condensendingAnd my mind slowly blows smoke ringsI watch the stoney trees
It happens so fast, you hardly can explain, the lights begin to flash and then comes to pain