Oh the pain
The pain
On the bleeding heart train
Sat in backwards
Going slow and going faster
The ground roars
And cries
With hidden laughter
He can imagine her
As if her map had burned
It was not the plan
No
I planned it
You can't begin to understand
Since you were looking backwards.
The pain
On the bleeding heart train
Sat in backwards
Going slow and going faster
The ground roars
And cries
With hidden laughter
He can imagine her
As if her map had burned
It was not the plan
No
I planned it
You can't begin to understand
Since you were looking backwards.
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