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Counting on your fingers to abide to all your thoughts and pretty dots
Words aren’t even traces yet, you’ll count on patience gone
The porch will soon be rotted given time
With time we’d watch metal rust
Watch the locomotive whistles as they pass
With patrons we’d recognize someday
Words aren’t even traces yet, you’ll count on patience gone
The porch will soon be rotted given time
With time we’d watch metal rust
Watch the locomotive whistles as they pass
With patrons we’d recognize someday
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Submitted by
scycis On Jan 03, 2005
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