| In Osaka I saw you last
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| Your face pressed up against the glass
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| Across the tracks you’re looking at As bullets pass behind your back
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| And I tried to catch your eye and then
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| Walk past ya as the train came in But I missed ya there and lost my mind
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| The pulling car pushed me back
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| Now I see that you fell asleep again
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| You’ve been riding this train since 2 AM Like the circle of fifths you drew in school
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| The loop line takes you round and through
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| Did I catch you there on a bicycle
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| Ten steps away from Osakajo
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| Spoke to you there in Umshima
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| On that last train I felt the sky
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| Now I see that you fell asleep again
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| You’ve been riding this train since 2AM
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| Like the circle of fifths you drew in school
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| The loop line takes you round and through
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| In Osaka I saw you last
|
| Your face pressed up against the glass
|
| Across the track you’re looking at As bullets pass behind your back
|
| And I tried to catch your eye and then
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| Walk past you as the train came in But I missed you there and lost my mind
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| The morning crowd pushed me back
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| Now I see that you fell asleep again
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| You’ve been riding this train since 2AM
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| Like the circle of fifths you drew in school
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| The loop line takes you round and through |