All passenger prepare the game ritual:
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There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone
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Hands never laid on the wheel, content, he will never know more
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He was a quiet man in pain, his tears I fear are closing in again
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What you lose in years you again in perspective
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And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
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For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain
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But then, who here among us is without shame?
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His way was divergent and cold, defaced, this mask he must create
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And the circle unfolding still, unscathed, he will turn a blind eye
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He will miss the last train home this day, recycled in the flow reborn again
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The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing
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And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
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For with nothing to follow he'd let all his will decay
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But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain
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And I have known pain
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And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
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For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain
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But then, the lesson unlearned he will begin again:.
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Passenger
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Nevermore |