On a train, the landscape is a rusha grey And tears are streaming down the window pain I contemplate nothing Old man sits down and faces me Hes got a smile, I think its aimed at me He says I know your problem, If musics for dancing And magics for the spellbound And love is for lovers Whats left for you? I ask What the hells that supposed to mean? He says Listen man, youre the door now heres the key Just open up and youre free, You wonder why you never understand And everybody seems to have their masterplans But you dont know nothing If musics for dancing And magics for the spellbound And love is for lovers Whats left for you? But his words they seemed like mockery And nobodys allowed to teach me Nobody can teach me nothing
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