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I feel the cool of the tracks Underneath my bare feet I hear the whistle of the train off in the distance The tracks start to quake and vibrate beneath me The train sounds its horn again The screech of brakes But he was too late I was already there But not for long
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
Tracks
I feel the cool of the tracks Underneath my bare feet I hear the whistle of the train off in the distance The tracks start to quake and vibrate beneath me The train sounds its horn again The screech of brakes But he was too late I was already there But not for long
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Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
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