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The train is leaving

And then it will be gone



( and all
Hope

Done )

••••

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We have decided here

Not to talk about important things

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The corpse lying there at your feet

Will be a treat for a zombie

Some sweet day !

)(

Like a lover like the kind we write about

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After the tears and the razor blades

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After we wash the *** off the sheets

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And wash the truth from our memories

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it's just a corpse of a kid we knew

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The train is gone

We are in ghost towns

Kissing the dusty winds

;:;

Days swirl around

Faces

*******

The naked *****

( our toys )

::

Oh god !

What are we doing (?)

Over and over

And over again


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