Daylight can never really hide what’s alive I know it's hard sometimes For you to tell where you end And where the world begins
You do your best to avoid assimilation Guess that's the best you can do
And though the parts of it that matter change All traces disintegrate
At night my Mind get's on this Train of thought I can't get back off And when you know How few things there are worth knowing I suppose anyone who tries could forget
Responding now To trains that crash before you Never thought crashing could happen to you
And though the parts of it that matter change All traces disintegrate
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