The trains all talk at once
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and the cars will walk to work
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The night is where we started,
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and this night is where we'll end.
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A thought that brings no comfort to our mess.
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You say, "It's always this way"
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We can help our fears be faced.
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You say, "It's always your face"
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"It reminds me of my hate".
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This is the past that I have known for years.
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We separate our lives from all of the books.
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Thinking faster than my body goes,
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but no one else will know.
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You've given me a place to call my home.
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Trains All Talk
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| Small Brown Bike |
