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The SubwayThe Subway Almost every single head above an overcoat within the halls of the subway stirred to life as they felt the reverberating clatter of high heels down the stairway from the street. A woman, aged through her thirties, felt the influx of the cold from the loosely kempt station as her foot touched the last step. She tugged the deeply shaded red winter blazer around her waist and shoulders as the door down the hall from her came into sight. Days had been spent staring through the endless aisles of stale, colorless shirts, jackets, blazers, and trench coats, only to see the liveliest of them all: a brightly woven crimson coat,The Subway
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In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?
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Who's a skinny dog?
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In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?
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Who's a skinny dog?
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Who's a skinny dog?
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Who's a skinny dog?
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In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?
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