He spent his whole life holding his breath
Working on something to earn his death
And in his head he would sing along
It was just easier to repeat the song
And he fell in love with what he loved to hate
You know it seemed it was just his fate
But sometimes in his subway seat
When he looked down between his feet
He’d be speeding down the tracks completely still
And that made him feel very ill.
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