Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Mirrors at the Stop And if you chanced to look outside you couldn't tell night from day The woman by the window glass aged by too many tears Reminds me that I'm also plagued with too many fears My caloused hands were yellow stained from too many cigarettes Reminders of all the faces with handshakes I have met And if you chanced to look outside you couldn't tell night from day The woman by the window glass aged by too many tears Reminds me that I'm also plagued with too many fears My caloused hands were yellow stained from too many cigarettes Reminders of all the faces with handshakes I have met I guess I've spent many a dawn waiting for a bus to come A bus of blue and red and gold a bus to take me home Copyright (c) 1969 - J. Thomas Howell
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