| So many lifetimes
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| Picked over and scattered
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| Untraceable always
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| Like blood from a stone
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| Strangers on the train just looking around
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| Exhausted by the day run into the ground
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| It’s alright, clear the area please
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| My one conclusion is
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| They’ve been left out, by design
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| And if they care, it’s a funny way of showing it
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| First there’s none
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| Then all at once
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| Its enough
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| To finally wanna call this off
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| It will turn
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| Away again, before the morning
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| Reminding me of when
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| I wasn’t welcome
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| And then I felt it all
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| Before it faded
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| I don’t miss anyone
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| Strangers on the train just looking around
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| Exhausted by the day run into the ground
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| It’s alright, clear the area please
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| The one conclusion is
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| They’ve been left out, by design
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| And if they care, it’s a funny way of showing it
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| Caught a little late, lying on the floor
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| Raised to wait
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| Like summer rain that never came
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| Strangers on the train just looking around
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| Exhausted by the day run into the ground
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| It’s alright, clear the area please
|
| My one conclusion is
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| They’ve been left out, by design
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| And if they care, it’s a funny way of showing it |