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like a shooting star she is fading away

looking at her future like a X ray

living a life on the highway

hoping to make it to the freeway

everynight is a bus pass

running on empty like a hourglass

oh! oh ! she is in need of roadside assistance

addicted to the papercut as if it is her sixth sense

mind on cruise control

sipping on raw pineapple 

releasing within her his sin

as if he was at a confession

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in other words courtesan

her eagerness is his interlude

his pleasure, her tisane