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Der Traum vom Ausbruch ...
Danke für die Lyriks von Roland L.
Music©Paul Bernardo
Danke für die Lyriks von Roland L.
Music©Paul Bernardo
All along...
the train that she takes every morning is out of town in no time at all
it keeps to the edge of the forest and all along the prison wall
jails have been known to be broken
carriages sometimes disengage
dreams sometimes stay when you're woken
print sometimes blurs on the page
a rusty line leads up to a rusty gate a rusty carriage stands askew in a hole
like every morning she feels her face turn to stone as the cold reaches up from her soul
jails have been known to be broken
carriages sometimes disengage
dreams sometimes stay when you're woken
print sometimes blurs on the page
later as she sits at her office desk between the plant and the fancy machines
her mind goes into a random walk her stare reflects in one of the screens
the train that she takes every morning is out of town in no time at all
it keeps to the edge of the forest and all along the prison wall
jails have been known to be broken
carriages sometimes disengage
dreams sometimes stay when you're woken
print sometimes blurs on the page
a rusty line leads up to a rusty gate a rusty carriage stands askew in a hole
like every morning she feels her face turn to stone as the cold reaches up from her soul
jails have been known to be broken
carriages sometimes disengage
dreams sometimes stay when you're woken
print sometimes blurs on the page
later as she sits at her office desk between the plant and the fancy machines
her mind goes into a random walk her stare reflects in one of the screens
