Grey cold steel station
rails take and take
I take my morning medication
barely staying awake
Low black sticky clouds
mix with the train smoke
3 unemployed clouns
share a broken rope
Dissapear, appear appear!
hear me in the air,
feel me as I dare
to take you away from here
I leave on steel rails
Let train smoke be my sails
you may follow our trails
but never see the grave of trains
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