| Last View |
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| I step out in the road to feel the cool beneath my feet |
| I wonder if they will stop for me or if they’ll ever come at all |
| The city stretches out beneath me |
| A reminder to a generation raised without stars |
| I hear the engines roll up and I know they are for me |
| So sucking my last free breath of re-invented air |
| Here’s your freedom, do what we say, a stolen gift from a politician |
| Deletion, directive of chrome |
