I'm no rasputin, you ain't no rapunzel I have willingly fallen, and you have cut your own hair Thought we needed motion, at least until the war kicks in I go out in the world with you the last night of the burning flare Trains will follow trains under the dun, under the moon And i do believe that all that i can do is croon And i do believe that there was a morning that i saw your true love Burning Next to me But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle And even i know, and i do believe, and i do believe that there was a morning I saw your true love burning next to me But now there's ashes, from exquisite eyelashes So far away, past the border, past the turnstyle Sometimes i wonder if it is true humility For this humiliation Walking in the twilight, walking in the crows of day From this station of passion, i go
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