white the train headlights bright high in the night
the track ordains the route the timetable when the power
that’s me travelling the safe taking time to grasp
someone’s shaken the land down the train is running a highway track it’s become an antelope
frozen i am frozen
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beer & poetry white the train i am the air not ten such fur to stroke no cliché i am hit it’s not an alien axe i’ve seen denied if i pounce these so tail up
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