saturdays
hot motel
stuffy incide
i know well
this eleven walls
hot black tar
i tan my legs
rest my heart
and dream of the city
magazine and diet coke
i´m not a joke
this is me
damaged leg
heavy cart
plastic cups
linen mart
rock garden
where i used to play
people stare
part of their day
coffe break
lunch at noon
pumpernickel steak
green and orange room
done my list
i make my way
to help my mother
end her day
fresh cut grass
parking lot
we roll on out
we got a lot
we´re on our way
roll the windows down
and scream out loud
we´re tired now
take it home
stop on the way
to the bakery
for some fruit and cake
home i lay
after a shower clean
i hit my head
and i dream
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