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My soul floats around
This cold rustic train
Ghosts that I've been with
Live on here, not in vein

Tears fall down my cheek
I feel alone
I feel alive
Everyone's gone

I look at other people
I see potential
Some things changed in my heart
Cold and withdrawn is my style

I feel so withdrawn in my life
I have my own society
I'm living for anyone these days
While I live in my own poverty

Maybe I have become cold-hearted
Maybe I have given up
Maybe I should fade away
But my words will stop

I've seen the fire in your eyes
I've watched them turn blue
Once warm and loving
Now cold is due

I've grown hard
I've faded home
I don't want this
My heart's-a-roam

Hope is all I got to say
It's all I got left
It's better than glittering gold
Just hope my consciousness doesn't drift

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