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At the train station waiting for my ride |
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There's a man standing, eyes completely white |
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Staring at me, just staring at me... |
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When my train arrived |
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He followed me inside |
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The smell of cigarettes and something that has died |
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Sat right beside me (I didn't say a word) |
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Right beside me |
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He turned his head, then he said |
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I brought a message from the dead |
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From his mouth, open wide |
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Came the sound of flies |
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Screaming like a thousand cries |
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Watching with a thousand eyes |
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Pounding wings that haunt my dreams |
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Swarming with a sound of flies |
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At my destination |
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I felt relief in sight |
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As I stood to leave |
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I turned to say goodbye |
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Nobody was there |
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Nobody was there |
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But I can't forget that stare |
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Was anyone there? |
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Screaming with a thousand cries |
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Watching with a thousand eyes |
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Pounding wings that haunt my dreams |
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Swarming with a sound of flies |
