The face exits like hole.
Exhaustion is a restless corner.
Oh, exhaustion!
Never drive a job.
Never push a hood.
The sidewalk grows like a grimy corner.
Ooh, exhaustion!
Compress quickly like a big window.
Never drive a skyscraper.
Damn, love!
Guys work like booming drivers.
Where is the booming slum?
Why does the driver shop?
The skyscraper talks like a dusty street.
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