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Sitting in the shadows and the evening oscillating |
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Feeling light and feeling like it's a-gonna change |
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Hoping for a moment for some gentle consolation |
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Waiting at the station where the treats are out of range |
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She's sitting in a carriage being jostled by the motion |
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Overhearing conversation, the grinding of the steel |
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Scenes fly past the curtains that the darkness paints uncertain |
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And memories are meaningless, her motives are concealed |
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Through countrysides and mountains and the village by the ocean |
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Where the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his car |
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Winding and rewinding, pushing all directions |
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Till the limit of implosions, which is never very far |
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All I ever wanted to see |
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Was just invisible to me |
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Out there in the distance the horizon meets resistance |
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The summer falls down drunken on the longest of the days |
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Rushing past the ruins of the churches and the Porsches |
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Reflected in the mirrors and the echoes in the haze |
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He drums impatient fingers on the chrome and on the leather |
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Running through the reasons in the corners of his mind |
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Sifting tiny diamonds on his shaky mental islands |
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Where he often claims asylum from the structures left behind |
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The wind blows through the headstones and the milestones/maelstrom's (2:55) making music |
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The melody reminds us the girl's still far away |
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Asleep in her compartment, dreaming of the darkness |
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As the train speeds on the darkness to the approaching day |
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All I ever wanted to see |
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Was just invisible to me |
