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Through the darkness in you ear
I can hear the scream of death
It calls the birds to the sky
and makes the baloons take a breath
You look for shoes
but your legs are tired from the running
I am the stop between you and me
Take my last train and let it make wind
I read last night about the rails
and it didn't change my mind.
I still believe in immobility
and that every station is a fucking grave
I can hear the scream of death
It calls the birds to the sky
and makes the baloons take a breath
You look for shoes
but your legs are tired from the running
I am the stop between you and me
Take my last train and let it make wind
I read last night about the rails
and it didn't change my mind.
I still believe in immobility
and that every station is a fucking grave
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