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"I'm gonna walk right up to heaven
I'm sure you'll see me there"
Recoil.
He looks at me funny, as I sit down juggling my headphone wires, my bag and my phone, answering SMSes on the tram at 7am from people who can't sleep.
My throat is dry.
I'm road-testing the mix CD, hoping it'll take on some kind of accidental coherency.
I wonder what Johnny Cash would do on days like this ?