Jeff Zarling - Room 408
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Four, zero, eight
You arrive at 17 past 10
Same gray coat, same fountain pen
You sign a name that isn't yours, then count the numbers on the doors
I wait upstairs without a sound
Your little note is folded down
No questions when the lift arrives
You arrive at 17 past 10
Same gray coat, same fountain pen
You sign a name that isn't yours, then count the numbers on the doors
I wait upstairs without a sound
Your little note is folded down
No questions when the lift arrives
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