far away train takes you to the grave
The trip stirs up hatred and bitter
But when you'll be there you won't have time to think
instinct and reason are hard to stop
The trip stirs up hatred and bitter
But when you'll be there you won't have time to think
instinct and reason are hard to stop
Night glances won't let you sleep
Worn out feeling are real nightmares
There are so many words and no time to speak
The last abuse of power
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