See the city
Porcelain queens
Everybody gets one shot
To feed the machine
You never let this town
Hold you down
Wrap you around
It's fingers now
See the train's
A comin boy
It'll be here faster than you'd know
And it takes time
But you'll learn oh
It's never better to fade out
Than burn slow
So go on get out
You haven't told
Me anything
I don't know
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