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Wrong place wrong time
In Winter we bitch about the cold
In Summer we bitch about the heat
This day, standing on the corner like a cheap whore
And waiting for the light to change
I am assaulted by fumes from a souped up car
From which also emanates
The most aggressive sort of music
The sort quite unbearable to normal ears
And to somewhat normal human beings.
In Summer we bitch about the heat
This day, standing on the corner like a cheap whore
And waiting for the light to change
I am assaulted by fumes from a souped up car
From which also emanates
The most aggressive sort of music
The sort quite unbearable to normal ears
And to somewhat normal human beings.
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