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The Speeding Train - The Lapse |
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See the trains go by |
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see the engines that gave me chills |
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should make fun of your poor classmates |
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you gave up these thrills |
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these are the beautiful, the rose's petal |
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the steamship's muscle, the sleight of hand hustle |
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they're the deepest felt, that do not get questioned |
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they're the purest tack (?), that give us direction |
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like the softest skin, the thickest grin |
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the perfect pitch, the puppy's chin |
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the speeding train, the arched ceiling |
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the curving hip, the soothing shade |
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do not be afraid |
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to let it take you, without jealousy |
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it's guiltless pleasure, it's freedom to its possessor |
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attraction to treasure we cannot hold |
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for the sake of one lover, tonight seduction's mold |
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I answer to beauty |
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not weakness but reason |
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not spite but seasons |
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not wrong but feelings |
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to the softest skin, the thickest grin |
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the perfect pitch, the puppy's chin |
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to the speeding train, to the arched ceiling |
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to the curving hip, to the soothing shade |
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to the softest skin, to the thickest grin |
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to the perfect pitch, to the puppy's chin |
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to the speeding train (etc) |