There's said to be a corner
somewhere in crummy town
with a sign for a stop
sometimes a bus comes down
could I line up with the trippers
could I get a glimpse of it
that there is somewhere else to be
somewhere I might fit
oh how I dream of the chances
oh how I envy those who make it
oh how I wonder if my chance came
and if I somehow failed to take it
oh how I wish to feel something
besides a frown
it's impossible stuck
in this crummy town
what
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