Rainday Station - Rails | Текст песни

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Time is a grey dog, looking in my eyes, and minutes pass by, drawn in
the puddles
I hail the city by the hands that are paralyzed, and see no angels,
but gasoline clouds

Predict the future, reflect in small girl's smile, once again, be my friend
Trains are empty, and now they train themselves to cry, I stay alone
with the perfect smell of ozone

Don't you know, when the snow will fall, will it ever-ever be made
not of paper?
I know your cold, you cover earth with gold
Will it ever-ever be made not of paper?

The walls, full of halls, the birds and the dogs
Tell me if I am wrong, but all I have is hope

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