| 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:
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| 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 |