The streets sing to me. Pigeons sirens horns little children freestyle but its the cable car that somehow steals the show. The same predictable riff. Ding ding ding. Man, but it gives me chills. Makes me realize exactly where I am.
I go underground and the underground whines, "What are you doing here?
Don't you belong in the sun or under the stars or whatever?
Well as long as you're here, I might as well play you a song."
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