People die
They die all the time
That's mostly what they do
He killed him, but you were the murderer
He came home because he didn't want to die in the rain
No wake, no funeral
And the album he was listening to was Time Out of Mind
What are the last thought
Of a man on the train
Of a man on the train
In the rain, halted between stations
By flooding further down the line?
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