In My Train!
In My Train.
I saw her standing in the rain.
While I was sitting in my train.
I wondered, what kind of life she has.
If she’d be happy, I could only guess.
And as my train starts to move,
And sounds are getting louder, almost like a groove.
Maybe, one day, I don’t know when.
But than again, I knew I would never see her again.
I saw her standing in the rain.
While I was sitting in my train.
I wondered, what kind of life she has.
If she’d be happy, I could only guess.
And as my train starts to move,
And sounds are getting louder, almost like a groove.
Maybe, one day, I don’t know when.
But than again, I knew I would never see her again.
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| Auteur: Pumpkin | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 januari 2001 | ||
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