Where would we be without it?
Could you find me in the rain?
Could you understand my pain within the moment?
It's so direct
Horse and carriage is no more
Information is our light speed forward through the cord of cellular collations
And our devastation
So much so fast
Does it have to be 4G?
What's next?
Whatever happened to waiting for something good?
Is the value the same?
Thank you for the connection and reactivation
Stay tuned…
Wait for
Metrotucky Station Sensations
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