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In the bus.
Every day.
You're next to me.
That lovely smile.
You're on my mind the whole ride long.
My lips are craving for words.
What if I would talk to you...
No trip would ever be the same again.
I say it every day:
I'll just do it tomorrow...
How can I speak to you?
Break the silence.
Your presence fills up every room.
Breathing becomes increasingly difficult.
If I just had the guts
I wouldn't be singin right now. And.
I say it everyday:
I'll just do it tomorrow...
Well..
it's already tomorrow...
Wow...
That went way too quick for me.
I'll just do it tomorrow...
What!?
How is this possible!?
I guess i'll just have to face the music.
Because there she is already.
She takes the seat next to me.
And I speak.
You smell like wet dog. Can you please sit somewhere else?