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Or maybe I do it to go into these doors?
Smash the tin car full of tokens and money?
Or is it despair to go with me, along the tunnels?
And this place will finally stop dreaming

It became unbearable sense of misunderstanding
It remains only hard to hold on to the sticky handrail of the escalator
me here is soothed in size equal to the four fifth territories of Australia
How many times the canning bank transferred to the desired distance
How many times did the thought came to care for the line on the edge of the platform
While on both sides, other people's unidie and aunt are divert
It remains only to harpfully stand on iron steps
choking on the smell of dampness, with anyone to share their problems
take up the handrail or on the cold seat find something to do
face to face to face a lured inscription not lean
favorite place homeless, ring lines, two diameters
It remains only hard to hold on the sweaty handrail of the escalator
Measure your tiny world of perspective
Or wait for infinity from trains, I don't need your irony
I'm looking for a tabloid from red numbers your serial number
And you spend on passing all the money that yesterday saved
Try to remember noise and vague conversations
And I will try to find something new in the cheese of the dungeon
I'm dying in this building, I delay me loneliness
under the wheels of the wagon coming with error-free accuracy
How many intersections and turns are conceived in my story
Will there be an understanding, at least based on the theory