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Hop on the bus,
hope i don't get picked up
for not paying my dues.
I'll cough it up when it's worth it -
I'll pay to ride with you.
We deserve it,
and I think even more now
that you've seen the worst that I've got
and I've seen you go south.
I'll ride between stations till you get here,
bumming cigarettes to strangers
as long as I'm allowed.
Cute girl at this stop -
Pretty hair, wristwatch.
She probably sings as well.
But she don't cough the same as you do.
She can go to hell.
I've got a new line of work lined up
peddling packages and parcels on a bicycle.
I wouldn't mind riding the miles
if I could come pick up a smile
from you while you're not around.
The only good of being lonely is I write a lot now.
Still, I know we're even.
I know you know the feeling,
I'm sorry that you have to.
I'd never wish that on you.
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