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Every day we exchange glances
No-one notices but we both know
The stories we swap
No-one hears them
Sometimes you wear dirty clothes
Other times you have suits and boots
Both times I look the same at you
How can I change your ways?
Sometimes you appear anxious
And gazing at the ticking clock
I will flip the journals in my hand
I do it just to annoy you
Watching you from the other side of the track
The fun of life is not ending
Your face may change but its expression does not
That is what I see in the station day by day
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