Down a peg or two you’ll go
Behind a wall of eyes
Of your own device
Is that still you
With the hollow eyes?
Change to black and white
Strap yourself in
The trains don’t go there
The trains don’t go there
The trains don’t go there
Let us raise our glasses
To what we don’t deserve
What we’re not worthy of
So rich and wide
To the grains of sand
Slipping through our hands
The trains don’t go there (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
The trains don’t go there (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
The trains don’t go there (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five)
Is that still you? (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
With the hollow eyes (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
Change to black and white (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
So strap yourself in (One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
(One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five)
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