as she
drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of
me, and I kept saying as we drove along
{to myself, of course}
fucker, it will pass,
everything passes,
it's all a joke
a joke on you
drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of
me, and I kept saying as we drove along
{to myself, of course}
fucker, it will pass,
everything passes,
it's all a joke
a joke on you
( Charles Bukowski )
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