Living on platform
There's no edge
There's no place
Everythngs substyle
Walking on n on
Whistling with train
Catching the rythm
Living on platform
Watching the boggies
Like shelter on edge
People gazing
looking for another side of life
Sucking the sickness of life
Wht a move
Making me cry
Living on platform
Holding the stuff
Nuthng else sustaing in the sky
Killing the feelings
Making crowd fly
Living on platform
Ticket in hand
Looking for another token of life
Consuming the bills
Wallah making me cry
Living on platform
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