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Stamp down on your claustrophobia.
It does no good.
It does no good.
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Getting off the train in flaming Shin-Matsudo and rushing to platform four of the flaming Musashino. The Musashino. 7:55 Tokyo train, it's jam-packed solid and I can't move at all and I know that it's curtains if I fall.
Gets worse past Nishi-Funabashi: unwanted lessons in intimacy.
Try and take my mind off it by checking out the beautiful but the only thing visible is a wall of people. There's a bloke to my right, had natto for breakfast and I can't breathe at all and I see that my bag's unreachable.
There's a fellow to my left, his Tourette's proud, his mutters loud and I can hear it all and I feel a touch irritable.
Gets worse past Nishi-Funabashi: unwanted lessons in intimacy.
Try and take my mind off it by checking out the beautiful but the only thing visible is a wall of people. There's a bloke to my right, had natto for breakfast and I can't breathe at all and I see that my bag's unreachable.
There's a fellow to my left, his Tourette's proud, his mutters loud and I can hear it all and I feel a touch irritable.
Char
That sounds like the train ride from hell.
I love your chorus and the way you write and sing.
I have to look up "natto" now. I was thinking horseradish but it could be some kind of fermented fish. Fun, as are all your musical outings. Ste, you are 1 of a kind.