Taxicab

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Introducing the old days Clogged up, blown out, framed in a case Taxicab, taxicab Twelve street watches me come home Bus stop swamped in blue and chrome Taxicab, taxicab Middle of winter I will pray for you someday For all the things that I could not say You'll be talking to yourself in the street Taxicab, taxicab Middle of winter
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