8.Market East
These tracks never seemed so lonely. Looking through drawers of
faded ticket stubs. Many memories of fun nights brought down by
pictures of you and I on the train together, which only seemed
to stop when we kissed. Call me weak but it's hard to get off
this express train of thought that doesn't stop to think about
the bad times, but only the good. And I wish you were on this
car with me, but you got off awhile back.
And I haven't seen you since. And these tracks never seemed so
lonely. And it's like I've got a million miles to go before I
can get over you, and everything you do. Someday this train will
finally derail;
Leaving my heart dead and you forgotten. Until then I'll be
riding alone. I'll be riding alone. (To where I never know) I'll
be riding alone.
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