Cifras
Roll Bus Roll

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Roll bus roll, take me off
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A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up
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Midnight coming on a Monday night
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I'm gonna go again, because I don't feel right
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Quickpack, knapsack, quicksnack, quicktrain
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42nd street, Greyhound again
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Roll bus roll, take me off
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A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
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If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
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Roll bus roll, take me up
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Old bodegas and old streetlights
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Harlem looks so warm tonight
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All those cheap desserts memory hurts, I could die
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I gotta to take 2 Tylenols and close my eyes
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Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                           G 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                 D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                               A 
Roll bus roll, take me up
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I wasn't designed to move so fast
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I wasn't designed to have so much past
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And in my minds eye they all have so much fun
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Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run
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And then the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller
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Oh but its all fine
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As long as the bus makes the city behind me get
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Smaller and smaller
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Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                           G 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                 D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                               A 
Roll bus roll, take me up
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Two weeks in England, two weeks in town
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Another hundred bucks of medication down
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Another sorry message that I need to send
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And another situation that I have to end
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A midnight coming on a Monday night
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I'm gonna go again I might not be alright
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Its a bitter pill, and it's still the same
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42nd Street, Greyhound again
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If I get one seat, I hope it's the window
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And if I get two seats I'll just lie down
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But if I get one seat and it's just the aisle
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I'll still be asleep before the hundreth mile
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And then inside some tiny dream
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And inside that somekind of me
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And outside us rolls the bus and the time
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Will go by till inside me I am asleep
   A                                         E 
Roll bus roll, take me off
                                                                           G 
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
                                                                 D 
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up
                                               A 
Roll bus roll, take me up