Locomotive Lyrics by Mad Season
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No sleep, you’re counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing,
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust don’t stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain
No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.
Join me, come meet me
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mardi 19 février 2013
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