(Words & Music by Suzzy Roche)
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I sit down on the train
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with my big pocketbook
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the guitar and a sugar-free drink
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I wipe the sweat off of my brow
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with the side of my arm
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and take off all that I can
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I am trying not to have a bad day
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everybody knows the way that is
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Even though my baggage and I
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are using up a two person seat
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I'm not trying to be funny
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but the guy who sits down next to me
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is even bigger than that
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we are overflowing out of the seat
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I can't look at him
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he doesn't look at me
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Once you step on
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you might never get off
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of the commuter train
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it doesn't go very far away
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but just the same
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it s a trip and a half
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My face is pressed up
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against the window
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and through it I can see
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the reflection of the train
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I spy on the big guy
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sitting next to me
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he's drinking two beers
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and reading the New York Post
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trying not to get in my way
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everybody knows the kind of day that is
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He is miserable
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I am miserable
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we are miserable
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can't we have a party
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would he rather have a party
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after all we have to sit here
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and he's even drinking a beer
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I want to ask him what's his name
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but I can't cause I'm so afraid
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of the man on the train
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The Train
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The Roches |