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Taxi Cab

They breeze through the city
With the map in their mind
Their little taxi cabs
With the ads on the side
They pull to the curb
When they see our thumbs
And we climb in the cab
While the heater hums
We tell him our stop
Pulling back into the mess
His calming hands driving
Through the city street stress
We arrive with success
And we pay him the fare
To continue our outing
Thanks for getting us there



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