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[00:36.71]In twos and threes the stinging rain falls on this car
[00:40.78]Counting time with the lights blinking like a dying star
[00:44.75]I'll turn it out soon so I focus on where I go
[00:48.60]Pretending to be asleep on a train is hard to forego
[00:52.56]But tree branches wave and telephone poles compare notes
[00:56.49]What passes by the window disappears at our next thought
[01:00.79]The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
[01:04.44]Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
[01:08.50]With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
[01:12.52]Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
[01:16.48]To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
[01:20.74]And make us honest about from where we came and head towards
[01:24.70]The sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm
[01:28.51]The lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern
[01:32.46]As if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards
[01:36.48]And all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm
[01:40.45]Simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds
[01:44.39]That long ago would find their way home by some other means
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[01:50.35]And the air that I displace won't even remember my name
[01:58.16]Or any other details of the lines of my face
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[02:05.77]And the air that I displace won't even remember my name
[02:13.98]Or any other details of the lines of my face
[02:20.90]Passing by a line of crows on power lines that wait for
[02:24.46]A something that we all don't attempt to express anymore
[02:28.47]Feeling the pull to find a way to what we would call home
[02:32.48]Giving thought to, things I felt as I wait on the platform
[02:36.59]Evading the subjects that are constantly on my mind
[02:40.54]While circling above them like clouds at the same time
[02:44.51]The wheels sometimes falter and scrape on the tracks as I drift
[02:48.31]To all the things that settle to bottom that I try to keep hid
[02:52.44]Like the dirt that settles in the river once we've all passed
[02:56.38]That no one will mention unless they've been on the same path
[03:00.44]Trying not to let the weight of those thoughts drag you down
[03:04.46]Like a tree letting it's leaves go after holding too long
[03:08.28]The heavy weight of the last few turns that the engine takes
[03:12.33]Through the windows the faint smell of diesel fumes that pervade
[03:16.47]Signal that we've made our way close to the station at hand
[03:20.21]And all the indecipherable things I've tried to comprehend
[03:24.27]Sometimes it's easier to pretend to sleep on a train
[03:28.24]Rather than pay attention to what your thoughts might contain
[03:32.54]And the air that I displace won't even remember my name
[03:36.84]Or any other details of the lines of my face
[03:40.75]And the air that I displace won't even remember my name
[03:44.56]Or any other details of the lines of my face
[03:48.79]And the air that I displace won't even remember my name
[03:52.74]Or any other details of the lines of my face
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[03:58.49]The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
[04:02.50]Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
[04:06.52]With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
[04:10.43]Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
[04:14.42]To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
[04:18.47]And make us honest about from where we came and head towards
[04:22.61]The sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm
[04:26.36]The lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern
[04:30.41]As if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards
[04:34.67]And all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm
[04:38.39]Simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds
[04:42.29]That long ago would find their way home by some other means
[04:46.51]The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
[04:50.46]Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
[04:54.46]With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
[04:58.41]Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
[05:02.46]To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
[05:06.64]And make us honest about from where we came and head towards
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