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Literature Text
It's the end of the line
The twist of the tracks
The open breeze of desire
Long passed me by
Left me in this place
This, dead place
Where no answers exist
Because, of course
All the questions never were asked
Instead, we just rode the rail
Not paying attention
To where they were taking us
We just rode the rail
Not caring about anything
Or anyone else
We just rode that rail
Off into some unknown sunset
Where our dreams go
To die.
The twist of the tracks
The open breeze of desire
Long passed me by
Left me in this place
This, dead place
Where no answers exist
Because, of course
All the questions never were asked
Instead, we just rode the rail
Not paying attention
To where they were taking us
We just rode the rail
Not caring about anything
Or anyone else
We just rode that rail
Off into some unknown sunset
Where our dreams go
To die.
Stuff.
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I hate that place, "Where our dreams go to die"...