Turnstile
Nothing matters nothings
changed
Ride the highway to the grave
I missed the train but i'm on
the bus
Now i find i can't get off
Ghosts of riders from another
day
Faces smile in the strangest
ways
In the city i know the cost
I still feel like i'm getting lost
One world were home
One slip were burned
One thing i've learned
There's not another turn...
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