Paranoia
Night, that night…if you can swallow this distance in your eyes
\r\nNo way, not this road
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\r\nin a drunk state, hastily, I find my way
\r\nMeet up with old friends and drink hard gin
\r\nMy insides are churning as I go home
\r\nWishing I could fall asleep peacefully, I looked at the time
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\r\nThe time is now 11:50 pm and yet her name…
\r\nI waited in front of the station pulling out a cigarette
\r\nI lit it, inhaled, and as I let it out, through the smoke
\r\nI saw her figure in front of me
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\r\nBreathing hard, she ran towards me
\r\nFrom her footsteps to her movements everything was in a hurry
\r\nBut because she is the girl I had to ride the last train with
\r\nGo tell her that it’s a coincidence that you met
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\r\n(Hey, hey lady) Why is she ignoring me?
\r\nI followed her and grabbed her shoulder
\r\nAs soon as my hand touched her shoulder, she was so shocked
\r\nHer body and her eyes as they met mine were in fear
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\r\nShe let out a cry as she fell
\r\nIn front of my eyes, her head hit the floor
\r\nAnd in cold blood, (no way) did she die?
\r\nBut her eyes were still searching for me
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\r\nNight, that night…if you can swallow this distance in your eyes
\r\nNo way, no one waits on this road
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\r\nAt that time I was on my way home from work in the city’s red fog
\r\nI stuck around for a bit and it was apparent I would miss the last train
\r\nThat girl came down the stairs out of breath
\r\nAnd through the crack in the subway door, she got on
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\r\nCatching my breath, I sit down and it is already 1:10 am
\r\nIn the thumping noise of the train, a cold feeling
\r\nThere are no students who spent the night studying, or any drunks, only silence
\r\nOnly that girl and in the far corner, a couple
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\r\nI want to change seats, but for some reason
\r\nI am unable to as the girl keeps staring at me
\r\nI get goosebumps, and even when I turn away, her gaze is fixed
\r\nI close and open my eyes but her strange blank expression…
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\r\nAt the third train stop, finally one man
\r\nSlowly walks toward the seat across the girl
\r\nI find some relief, but as the train closes its doors and leaves
\r\nI look at them and he’s staring at her
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\r\nThe man who just got on can also feel it
\r\nHis lips are shut and his breathing is painful
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\r\nHey you. Hurry and get off at the next station.
\r\nWhy?
\r\nThat girl…
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\r\nNight, that night…if you can swallow this distance in your eyes
\r\nNo way, no one waits on this road
\r\n
\r\nHas your breathing stopped now? Has your heart gone cold?
\r\nFrom where will you see me? Until when will you curse me?
\r\nHas your breathing stopped now? Has your heart gone cold?
\r\nFrom where will you see me? Until when will you follow me?
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\r\nNight, that night…if you can swallow this distance in your eyes
\r\nNo way, no one waits on this road
\r\n
\r\nHas your breathing stopped now? Has your heart gone cold?
\r\nFrom where will you see me? Until when will you curse me?
\r\nHas your breathing stopped now? Has your heart gone cold?
\r\nFrom where will you see me? Until when will you follow me?
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