the train to azabu-juban takes our hearts asunder
you shut me out from the pain
you might as well be on the other train
you say we change trains here
perhaps it is our destiny that alters
three floors to the party
was the first time you ever said sorry
on the way back
what is in store for us on the stop in Hirai?
hold me, hold me back from straying
December 2005
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