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I ride this train |
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in the windswept afternoon |
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and the sunlight warms the faces |
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of the faithless who are waiting |
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I ride this train |
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but I need a conversation |
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mozambique or was it veronique? |
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how about you pick the subject |
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and I'll listen to you? |
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people tell me that I feel too much |
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but I don't care, I don't care |
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people tell me that I need too much |
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but I don't care, no I don't care |
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I ride this train |
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in a dream-like state of mind |
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through a field of frozen memories |
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imagination racing |
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I ride this train |
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but I need to make connections |
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no I wasn't staring |
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I was only trying |
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to get some substance |
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to get some meaning |
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people tell me that I feel too much |
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but I don't care, no I don't care |
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people tell me that I need too much |
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well I don't care, no I don't care |
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people tell me that I feel too much |
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oh no cause I don't care |
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no I just don't care anymore |
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I will ride this train |
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people tell me that I feel to |