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Here downstairs in the underground |
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Nobody can notice him |
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He seems to be invisible |
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There's obsession in his eyes |
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Walking back and forth all day |
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Touching nervous his soiled tie |
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Wondering how could be his life |
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If he had kept that fucking job |
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Once I was there and he told me about his life |
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Shining light in his eyes |
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And a smile to show me his pride |
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So self-assured |
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He said: "I take all life can give |
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Every joy, every good I've deserved" |
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But now there is no sign of all the previous pride |
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And he told me |
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'Man, these rails will bleed |
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What does life mean? |
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I've got no more will to live |
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Buried under a grave of broken dreams |
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I'm a victim of reality' |
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Fills all his mind, expands like a fire |
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One way to escape from this misery |
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Out of the gallery the lights of the train |
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Are getting closer to save him from pain |
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And he told me |
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'Man, these rails will bleed |
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What does life mean? |
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I've got no more will to live |
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Buried under a grave of broken dreams |
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I'm a victim of reality' |