Morning podcast

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At the pub, plastic cups and ashtray 

it was only a Tuesday

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Not a pub as we remember pubs, ah?

more like a park where a stranger brings you beers

In my head I was already like nah

yet I was all ears 

No mask, no mask

not a really tough task

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But at night, from North to South 

the drops of water are coming to my mouth

I would drink them,

I was drinking the rain

Literally

I was so thirsty 

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Pissing down, soaked, such a bummer

forty-five minutes cycling

Porridge and crunchy peanut butter

in the morning, crossing

Tower Bridge with not a single tourist

It does worth the risk