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Bus

Nothing like speed
to make you slow down
(behind the eyes)
remind you to contemplate
all life as motion

 inoutinout

Take this killer
wind to make you
sit up and feel still
I’ll be a cheerleader just
for the bus ride

so turn it up boys
lovelyandloud

Nothing like love
this is nothing like love
more like my mum
calling through loud
speakers in my blood

Give me an E
give me offspring
or velocity, whichever
will divest me
of this rush

Headlongto
sanity

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