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Sitting on the bus,
Reading with my headphones,
Looking at the pages,
Thinking ‘bout the story.
Smiling just a little,
Holding tight the novel,
Wearing my Adidas,
While the road is moving.
Friends are sitting near me,
One is slowly sleeping,
One is slightly turning,
Gazing at the window.
We are going somewhere,
This somewhere is the city
The one I just belong to
Riding, reading, dreaming.
Going to trindas
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