.I woke up slow I woke up late
I prefer it that way.
I shook off the rust I grabbed my things
I locked the door behind me
I drop a line like cannon fire.
Growing fond of passing through
I'm growing fond of imposing on you
And so I wash up on your doorstep
Call it long week.
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