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In twos and threes the stinging rain falls on this car |
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Counting time with the lights blinking like a dying star |
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I'll turn it out soon so I focus on where I go |
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Pretending to be asleep on a train is hard to forego |
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But tree branches wave and telephone poles compare notes |
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What passes by the window disappears at our next thought |
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The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone |
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Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become |
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With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow |
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Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe |
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To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls |
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And make us honest about from where we came and head towards |
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The sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm |
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The lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern |
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As if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards |
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And all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm |
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Simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds |
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That long ago would find their way home by some other means |
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And the air that I displace won't even remember my name |
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Or any other details of the lines of my face |
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And the air that I displace won't even remember my name |
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Or any other details of the lines of my face |
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Passing by a line of crows on power lines that wait for |
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A something that we all don't attempt to express anymore |
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Feeling the pull to find a way to what we would call home |
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Giving thought to, things I felt as I wait on the platform |
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Evading the subjects that are constantly on my mind |
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While circling above them like clouds at the same time |
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The wheels sometimes falter and scrape on the tracks as I drift |
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To all the things that settle to bottom that I try to keep hid |
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Like the dirt that settles in the river once we've all passed |
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That no one will mention unless they've been on the same path |
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Trying not to let the weight of those thoughts drag you down |
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Like a tree letting it's leaves go after holding too long |
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The heavy weight of the last few turns that the engine takes |
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Through the windows the faint smell of diesel fumes that pervade |
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Signal that we've made our way close to the station at hand |
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And all the indecipherable things I've tried to comprehend |
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Sometimes it's easier to pretend to sleep on a train |
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Rather than pay attention to what your thoughts might contain |
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And the air that I displace won't even remember my name |
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Or any other details of the lines of my face |
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And the air that I displace won't even remember my name |
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Or any other details of the lines of my face |
| [03:48.79] |
And the air that I displace won't even remember my name |
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Or any other details of the lines of my face |
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The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone |
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Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become |
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With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow |
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Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe |
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To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls |
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And make us honest about from where we came and head towards |
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The sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm |
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The lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern |
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As if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards |
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And all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm |
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Simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds |
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That long ago would find their way home by some other means |
| [04:46.51] |
The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone |
| [04:50.46] |
Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become |
| [04:54.46] |
With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow |
| [04:58.41] |
Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe |
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To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls |
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And make us honest about from where we came and head towards |
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