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Eye Contact Paroles

Edward Ka-spel

Album Other

Paroles de Eye Contact

Toothpaste on his collar

There were creases in his shirt

And someone stabbed a fag out on his coat
It made a hole; it didn't hurt



He never noticed

Squashed inside the train

The elbows in his ribs

Complaints

And smells of garlic perspiration

As the stations flew



No one talked
His face turned china blue

He tried to push; he couldn't move

He tried to scream; no sound came through

Was heaving, bleeding from the inside

He died, still standing



No one noticed

No one cared



They'd steal a glance, but never stare

It never pays to stare