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I Died On The London Underground
 
The older I get
The less bothered I am at making friends
The less calls I answer
The less texts I send.
Work, work, work
(Or: Argue, fight, defend).

The older I get
The more time on my own I spend
The more little things annoy me
The more on myself I depend.
Work, work, work
(Or: Argue, fight, defend).

In this city
You must walk on the left
And stand on the right.
In this city
You should avoid eye contact
And making questions polite.

This city
Has aged me more
Than a near death experience.
This city
Hardens you more
Than a marriage of convenience.

By oneeighty

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