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Bus 17

In the bus 17 without clothes on
sits a man and the world spits on his eyes
No one says anything to him
No one goes near hey, just stare
And the man's lips mouth
a silent mantra
 
Don't leave me here, I'm scared
Again everything looks
so unfamiliar and weird
Don't leave me here
I just want to go home
And I'll surely get off
as soon as we get there
 
In the backseat of the bus 17
teenage girls laugh, old man buttons up
his shirt more tightly
Someone lifts bags to their lap
Mother covers her child's eyes with her hand
And the man continues his mantra
 
Don't leave me here, I'm scared
Again everything looks
so unfamiliar and weird
Don't leave me here
I just want to go home
And I'll surely get off
as soon as we get there
 
Today in the bus 17
the driver is death I guess
And through the city he guides the lost ones
These torn souls without clothes
And who dares to hear
when the mirror whispers
 
Don't leave me here, I'm scared
Again everything looks
so unfamiliar and weird
Don't leave me here
I just want to go home
And I'll surely get off
as soon as we get there
 
Don't leave me here...