The time has come for colds and overcoats,
We're quiet on the ride we're all just waiting to get home.
Another week away, my greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ear.
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring.
Please know we do this 'cause we care and not for the thrill.
I make collect calls to home,
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