I'm looking for an inspiration, something that'll shape me. I'm finding a blank stare, a grand expectation turned to utter disappointment. I'm going for a train that'll take me anywhere but here, a train to cross some forests and those mountains and the barriers and these cities and a sea; I'm running from that man yonder, that boy holding my heart. I lost it some time ago, but the story's not like you think. It was taken by force, by unknown force, making naive terror, making me fall apart,
by that fool yonder holding my heart.
How's this for inspiration? I don't think it's too catching, don't think it's of a peaceful conductor.
So I'll climb in this coal carrier, I'll shoot for away.
far
That song on yonder, that sword far on;
How's this for unfinished, how's it for the piercing ending hoped for?
Well I was done with hope a long time ago, I was through hoping way, way over yonder. So forgive me if the train runs you over, I've forgiven it(')s leaving me behind.
I'm going for that collection of carts, one that'll take me anywhere but here.
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