SUBWAY

                     SUBWAY

                   I see you every day.

               Work, on your way, on the subway.

                You, at a book, take a look.

         Sometimes, see, you look at me.

             Maybe listen to music.

       Day after day after day.

      It can make you sick.

                I see you going home too.

                 You look blue.

             Sitting there all alone.

             Day after day after day after day.

         It must drive you insane.

             The pain.

       All alone with so many around.

       Getting lost and never found.


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