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On the Tube The great city that is London ,Connecting,Making it possible for the masses to get everywhere,Commuting. From north to south, east to west,Amazing,The tentacles of the myriad of carriages,Engineering. Yet without the inhabitants what
I know it's not right, I know its not fair, Every time you look that way, I just can't bare You flick a switch, becomes so bright Only you can douse the flames of desire,
Will it take for me to become a martyr words for you understand my craft? To die before my time; leaving behind a casket lined with the pages of my life The explanation of my sacrifice
Let me write till my fingers are numb,
because I must because I love it because I'm clever because the world needs to hear me. Because I want the world to hear me. Yes. No? Maybe. Because.