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In Osaka I saw you last |
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Your face pressed up against the glass |
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Across the tracks you're looking at |
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As bullets pass behind your back |
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And I tried to catch your eye and then |
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Walk past ya as the train came in |
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But I missed ya there and lost my mind |
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The pulling car pushed me back |
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Now I see that you fell asleep again |
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You've been riding this train since 2 AM |
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Like the circle of fifths you drew in school |
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The loop line takes you round and through |
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Did I catch you there on a bicycle |
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Ten steps away from Osakajo |
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Spoke to you there in Umshima |
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On that last train I felt the sky |
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Now I see that you fell asleep again |
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You've been riding this train since 2AM |
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Like the circle of fifths you drew in school |
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The loop line takes you round and through |
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In Osaka I saw you last |
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Your face pressed up against the glass |
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Across the track you're looking at |
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As bullets pass behind your back |
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And I tried to catch your eye and then |
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Walk past you as the train came in |
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But I missed you there and lost my mind |
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The morning crowd pushed me back |
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Now I see that you fell asleep again |
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You've been riding this train since 2AM |
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Like the circle of fifths you drew in school |
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The loop line takes you round and through |