.[Verse 1]
Caught the train to city fringe
My nose pressed on the glass
As fluoro cuts terracotta hues
Capeweed splits the tracks
I donât notice the ticket man
Whoâs asked me for the second time:
"Where are you going son?
Thereâs nothing left
Weâve.
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