| The smell of fruit stains the colour of the rain
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| The window green lush a rush throughout the train
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| A silent world that you never heard this way
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| Something thick is in the air today
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| Heads down swaying like wet palms
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| Asleep in the morning still dark
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| A glow invisible a song unsung
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| And all flex come undone
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| As the doors slide open
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| Bottles and glasses raining down
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| While the streets are screaming
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| Suddenly hissing waves of magic
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| I wonder what are the chances
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| What do they matter anyway?
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| It’s an emotional happening
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| A metro phenomenon
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| To see yourself from afar
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| In a crowded metro car
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| Love surrounded
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| Smiles, laughter without fear
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| In a city that’s seen so much pain
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| Hums seize, traffic shivers in the breeze
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| Spilt milk pours throughout all the streets and trees
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| In a thud in rhythm purring, roaring, dreaming like a flood
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| And all flex come undone
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| Now the years like windows
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| Row by row above and below
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| Filled with the golden light of dawn
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| You hear the sound of babies screaming
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| I don’t mean to be emo
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| How can i feel about this though?
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| Our miscommunication
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| International relations
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| As if they all could hear the song
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| A metro phenomenon |