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• Artiste: I Come to Shanghai
• Titre: The Commute
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Bleeding from the pores in this mosquito melee summer At least something is alive and thriving in our darkest hour Stray dogs are sleeping infested in the shade of a dumpster Dripping mildew smell from a window unit air conditioner Glassy boiling air is shimmering on the oily concrete Sticky rubber soles and tires melt like steaming ice cream Citronella candles are burning like a beacon of hope The HOV lane is flowing going to take us home Where the sun is snuffing out and sneaking behind privacy fences Where kids are diving off of roofs and underwater kissing And they're tapping at your window at midnight and sneaking you out To the park by your house where the sun never goes down But the summer, it passes from you And it never shines as bright So you sleep all afternoon And chase nostalgia all night We took the train to Woodley Park So we could drink at five o'clock And we emptied glasses on the bar 'till the smoke it filled up every pore And we tumbled out onto the street And we elbowed through the town's elite And the moon was hanging from my eyelids I drifted in and out of conscious I dreamed a taxicab could take us Back to summer's hazy places A party full of all our friends Was folded up inside my head But I woke up on a vinyl Metro seat In the suburbs where my loneliness could sleep