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What are we doing
We are turning into dust
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
We are turning into dust
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
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