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My windows of souls couldn't stay up even during the day
Perhaps my dream may not want to end
and try to pick up from where it left off in the morning
Two of my friends were standing behind a rising skeleton
who reached out his arm bones, ready to choke me
as my friends and I had expected
But my friends simply froze up
and I had to scream for help
that was my wake up call at 6:00 AM sharp
Where should this go though
Is my soul driving the metro
or the skeleton is
Who is still calling out the stations
Does my soul really feel like driving people to work
Does the skeleton really want to let people go to work
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My skeleton somehow walks my soul up the escalator
and so called life goes on
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