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Harbour Line
Sitting on the train
crowd holding me.
Sitting on a train
the crowd folds me in her arms.
On my way
silver gray line to your heart.
You hung up on me
click you made me feel sad
for a moment.
Next I was running
the city smiling rushing by
Harbour line.
End of summer rain
and spattered dirt
the city paints me
i run to you.
Sitting on the train
commiserating crowd
folds me in her arms.
On my way
silver gray line to you heart.
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Seven Blue Seas
city lights upon the bay
the tide is speaking low
five more minutes of daylight
time to drift again.
moon is high
fluorescent light
low tide reveals tangled shapes.
cut to another place another time.
(saat samandar paar another time)
ten lives of submission or three of chance
before I find my way back to you
into your arms.
moon is high
fluorescent light
low tide reveals tangled shapes.
and yet I know I'll find my way back to you
into your arms.
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