One More Night by Gabe
Here I am on this two-way track
On the train which runs straight past my window,
Ordinarily.
And the prize is as clear as day,
Hope to god that everyone finds someone,
Someday
Cos nothing counts, if nobody ever come in here.
I almost died, from all of the laughter I can hear.
I resolved to change my views,
Still I am tumbling fast from the clouds,
Back to earth.
No matter where I turn
It's this lame-arse fear, in the same old way,
Strange familiar sounds always keep me here
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