It's an olfactory nitemare, on the bus, every time
But I don't mind so much, with you sitting by my side
Yes it's an olfactory nitemare, on the bus, every night
But I don't mind so much, with you sitting by my side
Every breath that I take in
Is a flaming, cardinal sin
Now you're gone and I can't get off
Feels like I missed my stop

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