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(words & music by suzzy roche) |
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I sit down on the train |
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With my big pocketbook |
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The guitar and a sugar-free drink |
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I wipe the sweat off of my brow |
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With the side of my arm |
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And take off all that i can |
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I am trying not to have a bad day |
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Everybody knows the way that is |
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Even though my baggage and i |
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Are using up a two person seat |
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I'm not trying to be funny |
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But the guy who sits down next to me |
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Is even bigger than that |
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We are overflowing out of the seat |
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I can't look at him |
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He doesn't look at me |
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Once you step on |
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You might never get off |
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Of the commuter train |
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It doesn't go very far away |
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But just the same |
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It s a trip and a half |
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My face is pressed up |
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Against the window |
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And through it i can see |
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The reflection of the train |
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I spy on the big guy |
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Sitting next to me |
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He's drinking two beers |
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And reading the new york post |
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Trying not to get in my way |
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Everybody knows the kind of day that is |
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He is miserable |
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I am miserable |
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We are miserable |
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Can't we have a party |
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Would he rather have a party |
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After all we have to sit here |
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And he's even drinking a beer |
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I want to ask him what's his name |
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But i can't cause i'm so afraid |
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Of the man on the train |
