Lost
Dreams of gold
take you away
from this room you sit in
everyday
having fantasies of fame,
of playing the game
waiting for it all to come
now it's rusted and cold
growing old
on this dusty train
that never went nowhere
never said nothing
never did nothing
everything's still the same
only myself to blame
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