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Sitting on a platform stretching the legswaiting for the subway hometalking to my ex who I haven't seen in yearsrats on the track belowsomething tells me I'm kidding myselfi close my eyes but the light don't changethis could be a dream but what's the differencei feel like shit about it anywaydoes that make sense to youto you?because I always fall for thisand I always see the same way outand everything is perfectbut what good does it do me?and I'll be stunned if I wake up stunned if I fall asleepstunned if it turns out to be youstunned if it ends up being meam I holding your handor fondling my alarm clock?I can never tellI can never tellbecause I always fall for thisand I always see the same way outand everything is perfectbut what good does it do me? From Letras Mania