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The train to Trentons right on time
but Im still waiting for my ego to arrive
A dollar five
A poor man asks and I oblige
Heres to my money leaving me before my mind
and its not hard to keep the engine clean when you dont drive
and its not hard to keep the engine clean when you dont drive
Aching for what keeps us from feeling
Its such a peaceful burn
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The platform has become a sea
and this silver boxcar has become a submarine
I try to read
But this volume of Nietzsche is killing me
If God is dead, well then, theres something left for me
Aching for what keeps us from feeling
Its such a peaceful burn
Looking for what keeps us from seeing
Guess we have to learn
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Wheres New York when you need it?
And wheres that wide-eyed boy who used to cry when people died?
Its time to fix
the broken ornaments and picture frames we saved throughout our lives
Aching for what keeps us from feeling
Its such a peaceful burn
Looking for what keeps us from seeing
Guess we have to learn
Aching for what keeps us from feeling
Its such a peaceful burn