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I think, I took one thousand trips
290 on my card, was irrelevant
Couple grand on transit transient, nothing, but a right of way
Until I took psilocybin, hopped on to the one train, fantasizing
And saw a man take a nap, so terrifying, that he didn't have a place to stay
Gray, with glasses, he was someone's love, and now, he's
Living loveless, off your pity, in his cup so, tell me
On this Sunday, will I, will I ever get to know how the love left on the one train, never meant to be a home? Home, home
Stand clear of the closing doors
And don't stand near the man with open sores
Even though, he just needs a little Aquaphor
I assumed he must be deranged
But when I was tripping sack, I could finally see straight, and was staring back
While he looked at me with an empty glass, begging that I spare some change
And I was petrified, 'cause, looking in his eyes, I could see his memories
Oh, he was just a kid, looking scared to bits, of the men like him, who rode the train
Ooh, Gray, with glasses, he was someone's love, and now, he's
Living loveless, off your pity, in his cup so, tell me
On this Sunday, will I, will I ever get to know how the love left on the one train, never meant to be a home? Home, home
Sonder, on the subway
Whoo! Have you found yourself a god?
It ain't likely, 'cause, this close to Hell
They never like to watch
As I enter, my eyes dilate, I see it all
There's no blinders, 'cause, the windows showing nothing, but the wall
Gray, with glasses, he was someone's love, and now, he's
Living loveless, off your pity, in his cup so, tell me
On this Sunday, will I, will I ever get to know how the love left on the one train, never meant to be a home?
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