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Chains of routine
Her melancholic voice just for me.
The landscape out the window.
The city running after me,
or is it me running away?
The cold embrace of my clothes wet with raindrops,
The loneliness of being surrounded by the unknown.
The sadness of knowing that I will never belong.
Or is it freedom?
The train stops, my heart doesn't
My journey hasn't yet reach the end.
The landscape out the window.
The city running after me,
or is it me running away?
The cold embrace of my clothes wet with raindrops,
The loneliness of being surrounded by the unknown.
The sadness of knowing that I will never belong.
Or is it freedom?
The train stops, my heart doesn't
My journey hasn't yet reach the end.
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