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Feeling Blue in San Francisco

We got here by train It runs the tracks Wednesday nights I’m feeling blue in San Francisco My brother says The city pulls Me by the collar A white man in the station Sang a song for me And my … Continue reading

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Memory

I imagine that standing on ledges is a little like watching white smoke and smelling tire rubber if you’re not sure where they came from.

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