Traffic
Traffic, the parking lot of the polluting rust
As the idle engines roar to blast the cold air
As the sun is shining on the ghostly nowhere
Sitting with tired thoughts of blowing in the dust
Traffic, the parking lot of the polluting rust
As the idle engines roar to blast the cold air
As the sun is shining on the ghostly nowhere
Sitting with tired thoughts of blowing in the dust
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