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I ride this train in the windswept afternoon |
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And the sunlight warms the faces of the faithless who are waiting |
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I ride this train but I need a conversation |
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Mozambique or was it Veronique? |
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How about you pick the subject and I'll listen to you |
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People tell me that I feel too much |
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But I don't care, I don't care |
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People tell me that I need too much |
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But I don't care, no I don't care |
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I ride this train in a dream-like state of mind |
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Through a field of frozen memories, imagination racing |
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I ride this train but I need to make connections |
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No I wasn't staring, I was only trying |
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To get some substance, to get some meaning |
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People tell me that I feel too much |
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But I don't care, no I don't care |
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People tell me that I need too much |
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Well I don't care, no I don't care |
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People tell me that I feel too much |
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Oh no, 'cause I don't care, no, I just don't care anymore |
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As I ride this train |
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People tell me that I feel too much |
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But I don't care, no I don't care |
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People tell me that I need too much |
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But I don't care, no I don't care |
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People tell me that I feel too much |
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Oh no, 'cause I don't care, no I just don't care anymore |
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As I ride this train |
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As I ride this train |
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As I ride this train |
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Keep on riding this train |
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As I ride this train |
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As I ride this train |
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People tell me that I need too much |
