travelled on the f train down the
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people press and crowd
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they start to fade like footprints worn away
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only stop and still im waiting
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thousand faces look the same everyone
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a thousand different names
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they come on two by two
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people fade as people do
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came here of my own volition
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could be my decision
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could be
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we may still get by
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we may still get by
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wandered down on avenue a
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the coffee shops the sweet cache
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of thoughts and words and laughter gone
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never ending stream of what youve
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known so long long and long ignored
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dont think so hard just smoke your cigarette
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and fade off into blue
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cause people fade as people always do
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consequence comes crashing in
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the scars and scrapes and scratches
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all the memories died so long ago
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time is up but still im waiting
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came here of my own volition
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could be indecision
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could be
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we may still get by
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we may still get by
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F-Train
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