the time has come fur colds and overcoats
were quiet on the ride were all juss waitn 2 get home
another week away, my greatest fear.
I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears.
If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring.
Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill.
Collect calls to home
To tell them
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