Like a Locomotive train floating thru space, I really can't help it, I want to leave this place. Pictures of you float thru my head, I really can't help it, Don't cry when I'm dead. I've stayed for a time but now I wanna go, I really can't help it, I feel so low. Like a bird that can't sing, with one broken wing, I really can't help it, Being alive is not my thing.Birth sign: Not entered
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