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Bluelighter
My claim to fame, the stylin way I write trains.
My pain, no one will ever know my name.
And aint it lame, anonymous… impermanent,
a lot of yas, standing back, and observing it.
But I’m determined at it,
virtually burdened by it
addicted burning to try it
again,
my colours across 2 carriages of the fuckin train.
Inside out, outside in, upside down, freaks peepin in
the window,
standing back, lovin my job,
hear the whistle blow.
Time to go.
And I’m running and no body’ll know,
who dunnit.
Aint it stunning?
d d d don’t you love it?
My pain, no one will ever know my name.
And aint it lame, anonymous… impermanent,
a lot of yas, standing back, and observing it.
But I’m determined at it,
virtually burdened by it
addicted burning to try it
again,
my colours across 2 carriages of the fuckin train.
Inside out, outside in, upside down, freaks peepin in
the window,
standing back, lovin my job,
hear the whistle blow.
Time to go.
And I’m running and no body’ll know,
who dunnit.
Aint it stunning?
d d d don’t you love it?
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