| Urban Train |
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| We go our separate ways through the portals of love |
| Truth was in creating, not the aftermath |
| Can’t say I was nothing before you came into my life |
| But I will keep the memories for when my soul gets weary |
| Bittersweet stories, they always have no end |
| In the quietude of daybreak, we watch the sunlight bend |
| Can’t say I was nothing before you came into my life |
| Now I’m late for the urban train to get back on the road again |
| Running thirsty in the rain |
| I’m breaking through those clouds again |
