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"And their memory is like a train.
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
How do you move in a world of fog"
Turned to shit?
Turned to things they would never want.
It's a world of fog.
I'm so nostalgic for the moments I have never lived.
Fast forward and it's fucking over.
I'm reminiscent of the times I have never seen.
As it pulls away into the fog, the line is fucking drawn.
