The train rocks me gently from one world to another
In a carriage full of people all ignoring each other.
They stare at devices, the social world no ones sees.
And I feel sad at how lonely we all choose to be.
When surrounded by people.
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The train rocks me gently from one world to another
In a carriage full of people all ignoring each other.
They stare at devices, the social world no ones sees.
And I feel sad at how lonely we all choose to be.
When surrounded by people.