.ofExpressTrain.
So I sit here on the bed.
Clutching this little black gadget for dear life.
Feeling like I've been hit by an express train.
I don't know what to tell myself.
Let alone tell you.
I need the sun.
I need the sun.
I need it to be sunny.
Clutching this little black gadget for dear life.
Feeling like I've been hit by an express train.
I don't know what to tell myself.
Let alone tell you.
I need the sun.
I need the sun.
I need it to be sunny.


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