these dark days i lose my mind
daylight fades to something else
i can't deny my homeless heart
i'm losing faith in saving self
when all is lost, what else is left?
let me tell you what i've found
this plastic credit-card soul debt
you keep on falling underground
trailing smoke behind a train
tells a story we all know
just keep moving straight ahead
there ain't no place else to go
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