Front Page Glory
It's like a heartbreak happening in Grand Central Station,
They argue on the platform you're never gonna hear them-
A man jumps out and the train crashes into him.
I bet she wishes she'd listened.
And the New York Times- they'll cover the story.
Ninety five lines of front page glory
and a picture the size of a fully grown mouse,
two more pages of eye-witness recollections.
Imagine if she had listened.
The stars at night have never been the same since,
they don't join up in the right ways
Walking home at night she'd see them all shining-
He was up there smiling.
They argue on the platform you're never gonna hear them-
A man jumps out and the train crashes into him.
I bet she wishes she'd listened.
And the New York Times- they'll cover the story.
Ninety five lines of front page glory
and a picture the size of a fully grown mouse,
two more pages of eye-witness recollections.
Imagine if she had listened.
The stars at night have never been the same since,
they don't join up in the right ways
Walking home at night she'd see them all shining-
He was up there smiling.
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You can most likely tell this was a swift one. First world problems and forgiveness.