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alasanon_Last Bus_
It's the last bus home, and
the regulars wander in yawning
considering their lives
and wondering
why I'm here
the scent of raspberry bubblegum
and vanilla clings to my nose
the driver sings along to the music
(I've never heard music like this
on a bus at midnight before)
And I'm on my way home
on the last bus.
It's the last bus home, and
the regulars wander in yawning
considering their lives
and wondering
why I'm here
the scent of raspberry bubblegum
and vanilla clings to my nose
the driver sings along to the music
(I've never heard music like this
on a bus at midnight before)
And I'm on my way home
on the last bus.
