In The Subway.

Music, the emotions that can be drawn from it, it's really quite amazing. Music could intensify any situation, if you're angry put on something loud and you will feel like tearing someone's face off. And if you're sad, something slow and melodic and you will find yourself weeping over a ten year old issue.

Start with some Cohen and end with some Miss May I and you will get something like this.

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In the subway, where we first met,
you saw me there, waiting for you,
a nicer man, you were expecting, I'll bet,
rich and smart, and handsome too.
But it was me, who would take you home,
it was me, who would take you to bed,
I own not gold nor silver nor chrome,
but I won't leave you, not 'til I'm dead.

It seems that's not enough,
as you left without a huff,
left me here to bleed,
like an unable steed,
from my heart and my soul.
You shot me and put me down,
leaving, laughing like a clown

Now I know you are unwell,
why would you do that?
Would you like to burn in Hell?
Perhaps I'll take a bat,
And connect it with your skull
for you think that you're free
and you're in a deep lull,
you know that it's me,
that's left to suffer,
and cry out in pain.
Now we'll see who's tougher,
now we'll see who's vain,
now we'll see who's tougher,
now that I've something to claim.

In the subway, where I left you,
I threw you on the track, at half past two.
You weren't quite dead,
but it wouldn't be long,
until the train would come past,
and squash your fucking head.
Then you'll be dead,
then you'll be dead,
and no longer will I suffer,
or endure this painful dread.