it's just a sinner at the center of an old cold train watching moment after moment as things pass him by. it's been stated that he's jaded, light's been faded into dark, so he embarks on a journey he's attorney to himself. left his matches on the shelf, damn, i guess the smokes are useless. it's just a sinner at the center of an old cold train, just a sinner at the center of an old cold world. now all our bets are off and all restraints are off. now here i am, just a sinner at the center of it all. i've been sent head first straight to oblivion. and i haven't got a ticket so now i'm stuck, and the train left the station it's just my luck. i'm going nowhere, going fast, stuck somewhere between here and the past. it's time to move, yeah, but i don't know what's left to prove or even what to show of myself of the goddamn things (of all the mistakes) i took for granted. is this the real life? is this just tragedy? caught in a landslide, i've escaped from reality. is this the real life? is this just tragedy? i'm just a poor boy but there's nothing easy about this. easy come, easy go, easy come, easy to let go.
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