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It was still the same;

Old bus;

Running like a train;

Like us.

Game is chasing;

Tiring;

You keep hiding;

Missing.

My Closed eyes;

Your Lies;

The trust tries;

It cries;

Now what’s true;

Between us;

If I think of you;

In the same bus;

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