Roll Bus Roll

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Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window
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 soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up

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Midnight coming on a Monday night
I'm gonna go again, because I don't 
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feel right
Quickpack, knapsack, quicksnack, 
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quicktrain
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42nd street, Greyhound again

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Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window
 G
 soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                       A
Roll bus roll, take me up

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Old bodegas and old streetlights
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Harlem looks so warm tonight
All those cheap desserts memory 
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hurts, I could die
I gotta to take 2 Tylenols and close
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 my eyes

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Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window
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 soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up

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I wasn't designed to move so fast
I wasn't designed to have so much 
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past
And in my minds eye they all have so
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 much fun
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Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run

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And then the sun setting on my 
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youth makes that old shadow get 
taller
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Oh but its all fine
As long as the bus makes the city 
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behind me get
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Smaller and smaller

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Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window
 G
 soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up

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Two weeks in England, two weeks in 
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town
Another hundred bucks of medication 
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down
Another sorry message that I need to
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 send
And another situation that I have to
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 end

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A midnight coming on a Monday night
I'm gonna go again I might not be 
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alright
Its a bitter pill, and it's still 
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the same
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42nd Street, Greyhound again

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If I get one seat, I hope it's the 
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window
And if I get two seats I'll just lie
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 down
But if I get one seat and it's just 
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the aisle
I'll still be asleep before the 
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hundreth mile

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And then inside some tiny dream
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And inside that somekind of me
And outside us rolls the bus and the
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 time
Will go by till inside me I am 
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asleep

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Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window
 G
 soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up