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I ride the morning train People come and go So many different faces As the city passes by I watch their tired eyes Journeys never made Broken dreams of leaving Fill the streets with dust This is our final journey It´s the end of the line Constantly in transit We just want to go home The rain that falls for weeks Painting pictures on the streets Twisted stars beneath my feet I cruise the crowd I could be one of them Going back and forth Between familiar places As my blood turns cold I watch with gypsy eyes Secrets never told Stolen years of yearning Turn their tears to dust