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I ride this train
Empire State of mind
Never meant to be be
Drift alone at night
She brands my heart disdained
I ride this train
Wondering how I caused this lonely state of mind?
Never meant to be
Didn't treat her right
Suffice to say, pseudo courage, pseudo might
Aguishly remembering her on this empty train tonight
Joy is for a moment
Regret haunts a lifetime
Love is here, love is gone
Lovers of old love past hide away in caves called buildings
Faces to never be seen again
Only echoes of nourishing voices
I ride this train